I went to the National Gallery today to take a final look before I leave next week. This particular series of painting caught my eye, especially the one above.
It just seems to reflect the drastic kick of reality I’ve been ingesting. When I was little, dreams were so lofty, ideas so wild and thoughts run carelessly. Now, the future seems perilous at times… what if my next steps are wrong?
I’m still looking forward to the next year though…. but what lies after Cornell truly scares me.