A poster I designed for Archipoetry 101, a poetry seminar the literary wing is hosting.




here kitty...

i. don't.look.like.her.

contrary to what i was told.

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The first term is over. It was bloody. Six weeks of stumbling to bed at four am. Innumerable days of momentary (or fixed) self-doubt because of 'you were just not good enough' in the opinion of your intellectually flawless professors (which no godforsaken quantum physicist could amount to). Contemplations of hurling oneself out of the gaping mouth of a bedroom window. The Cs and the Ds. Over. Done. Finis.