Graduation Checklist
And just like that, you’re gone again, like the Checker Taxis idling their time away all the way to the boulevard of broken PhDs, built not to last, but to pass an undignified death, without whimper nor whine, ran into the ground and grounded down to microplastics.
No, let me try that again, you’re more like a Checker Marathon restored to look like a cab, advancing down the road to candidacy on a floaty suspension and a defenseless dissertation, you’ve been down this road before, but you’ve never been this down, before. Force majeure? No, force manured, let’s throw a fan into the shit and just quit, baby.














