

A collage about the unrelenting speed of time. People say I have time. To decide, to change, to want a different life, and to pursue it. But time doesn’t feel slow — it rushes by, and quietly. Most of my peers at this point are either married, have kids, or both. I know exactly what my path is not, but I haven't the foggiest of clues of what it actually is. Some days I feel free but other days, I feel left behind. I thought I’d feel young longer. I don’t feel young, but I feel youthful. I don’t feel old, but I feel wiser.