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

means nothing to me anymore.”

I walked out of that dining room, Marcus behind me, leaving them sitting in their expensive clothes at their expensive table in their expensive house—all of it built on foundations that were about to crack.

The evening air hit my face as we stepped outside, cool and clean after the suffocating atmosphere of that house. continue reading …