original photographs taken from national geographicwhen i was in high school my goal was to go to college. some college. a college. and do something. this is more fantastic than i had ever hoped.
when i talk to advisers who ask me what i want to do i say eventually i want to be a professor. or maybe work for the nsa. that seems like it would be cool. i want to do math i say.
when i call my best friend on the phone i tell him i dream of the field's as he dreams for the nobel and we are diverging.
when i call my best friend on the phone i tell her i want her to be nothing less than content. but that she should not settle.
when i wake from a nap, i can feel my dreams ebbing away. the last vision i can see clearly is the smell of salt water and a soft breeze. there are white walls and bookshelves of dark wood. there are open windows and the salt spray comes in. my feet are bare and i am sweeping a porch.
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