It's a two-thousand-year-long multilingual game of Telephone. How much is it even possible is left from what was originally written? (And none of it contemporary to when it supposedly happened.)
I did all this shit, anyway. Twenty years ago. Sacrificed everything on the altar of the almighty A. What did it get me? A master's degree I'm too depressed and anxious to ever use and a long-standing hatred of the system. Now I speak out because nobody listens to the people who are still in the system. The people directly affected by it are easy to ignore. Now I'm the demographic people listen to whether they should or not, so I'm saying what I wish people had said when it was me.
If it's anything like it is here in the US... what fuckin' spare time? I mean, I remember having some when I was in grade school back in the 90s, but you look at kids nowadays and it looks like every waking second is scheduled, and what isn't ... is scheduled for homework. The fuck is left?
Konsi is too pure for any world.