Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

twenty-five, working in finance, already showing the ambition that would eventually define him. We’d met at a friend’s party, talked until dawn about books and travel and all the places we wanted to see together.

For a while, it had been good. Not perfect—nothing ever is—but good. We’d lived in a tiny apartment in the city, splitting cheap wine on Friday continue reading …