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It was late January, the same old shit. There is a point when life just becomes a cycle of nonsense. In our hearts we always wish for more then the routine, perhaps we have romanticized the “meaning of life” far too much in humanities’ never-ending endurance of philosophy. There may be a point in your life when you take a step back and realize that the digits in your bank account, the car you drive, dare I say it, even the health and mental awareness of each of us will inevitably fade into… nothingness? Into heaven? Into hell? Into a pig, a fly, a reincarnation in another universe?

So what difference does a year make?

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While surfing on craigslist, I came across this posting, and was immediately bewildered and excited. An opportunity to get away from the truthfully cliché world of societies laws and judgment? Fuck yeah! The bewilderment was merely at what in holy hell to send in.

After several hours’ deliberation and a dozen attempts at writing a convincing cover letter in guises of misanthropy, adventurous spirit, and desperation, I ended with a compilation more similar to an essay then a simple attachment.