We are the 23-year-olds. We are the ones squirming in our chairs at the office because we still feel awkward in our grown-up clothes. We strut through city streets with eyes cast toward our screens, desperately seeking any source that will tell us the decisions we've made are valid.
"Things don't just fall into place. We have to put them there..."
"We want to be more productive and live a more worthwhile existence, but we haven't quite figured out how."













