If i met my three-year ago self id scoff at his eagerness to dip his fingers in the salad. The city was his oyster and finding the right people to talk and learn from was such a process.
Three years down the road youve been methodically jaded, chopped and diced like garlic on a saute pan. And sizzled golden brown.
Why do i feel like im dull.
Why do i feel like its been long since i felt truly engaged in what i do.