And every time the school year starts I begin to feel myself conform. Construed into technicalities of formulas and theories. My energy begins to tunnel into automated systems and creativity in the form of imagination is greatly challenged. Even while dreaming I find myself going over financial and statistical problems. And I begin to find myself fighting. Scrambling for words and hording them like rustic treasures.

Take my time. Take my money. But do not take this from me.