The Theory of Imagination
I was once excited for college life, but my dorm is 12’ by 8’ and each class I attend attempts to conform my mind to these boundaries.
“Don’t you miss being creative?”, I am asked.
“But that’s just what life does to you; it takes everything that’s good and finds a way to quantify it.”
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