You can be anything you wanna be, little girl, just as long as you don’t get bored of it first. You can be a writer or a sommelier or an art critic if that’s what suits you. People live their lives in convenient little decades and while they themselves don’t change, you can do whatever you please because none of this matters; everything weighs exactly the same. You wanna spend your 40s maintaining a chicken farm in San Juan? Perfect. How about your 30s finishing a PhD in period radical black feminist thought? Sure. Would you like to spend your 20s drinking with strangers, going home to sleep in a bed that isn’t yours next to a ghost? No? Why not?

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