Finally, all is still. The smell of ash is still on the air, but the fires are cold, and the screams faded into the distance long ago. I stand amidst the aftermath of the uni semester, which has unjustly taken much time and energy from those like me. Those who, even as i breathe the winter air a free man, work to earn their own peace.  And some may be ruined by it. Others will emerge with a yell, “HA!”, they will cry, as they wave above their heads the fruits of their conquests. But i am neither.

Fourteen years ago i began my education. Every morning for the five thousand days since, my waking word was an exasperated profanity at the fact it had not yet come to an end. When i finally grasp my degree in hand, then i will be rid of that malady. And though i know ending this will not make me truly free, still i am eager to discover what new disquiet will take its place.

At least it’ll be something new.