millenials

There is a whole generation of young people just like us wandering around Europe and the rest of the world, trying to find some meaning for why they are alive and what they should choose to do with their time. When Martha leaves and we sit in front of the fire in the living room, I look to Lily until she turns to me and I can see the grief that hides just under the surface of her expression. We are, or at least were, two of those lost souls: wanderers, backpackers, season workers, Wwoofers, Workawayers, travellers: searching the world for something or someplace to hold on to. And we have come home not because we have retired from trying to find answers and are ready to settle into adulthood, but because my death has come upon us fast and unexpected. I am not the first person of this generation of travellers- or any person who lives in this godless, superficial society- to die. But I think that it feels to Lily and to me, my mother too perhaps, that I may very well be.

Why is it so hard? It's hard because it matters, I think.

I'm looking for something new to believe in that isn't the way people yearn at night in the city.

I'd started calling my parents but only when I knew they wouldn't be home.

No matter how you define success, you will need to be resilient, empowered, authentic, and limber to get there.

Information is valuable. Librarians and libraries are, at best incidental; at worst, in the way.

One thing they do not teach you in college is what you will actually be doing in a career of your choosing.

This is the generation that thinks of itself as global citizens but knows little about the world and acts locally. It is the most diverse generation in collegiate history with the strongest relationships between races but they have limited interest in talking about race or reaching across political or generational divides.

I just want to always be here. In this place. Right here, right now.

Flora went to the cinema every day that week. She saw the same movie each day, and wore the same dress.

You were just a young girl not wanting to let on that death could happen to one who hadn't even lived yet.

There's comfort in a life lived in circles and its careful, sloping lines.

We skipped right over Walmart on the ladder down.

He didn't give a shit if Shakespeare didn't have glitter back in his day.

At least a hospital stay will give him an excuse to halt the job hunt.

Cigarette smoke when i didn't ask for it. Never when I did.

Everyone loves a goddamned trainwreck, after all.

I never sleep well when I'm on call.