And So Dies Bohemia...

What a little oddity… for the past year or so, your humble author has led a most bohemian and aristocratic existence. And now, he must submit once more to the dread world of employment. If examined properly, that is to say, examined in modern contexts, it has been simply a gap year following similar sorts of drifting through embarrassments and humiliations that are inevitably associated with collegiate studies. So on to bigger, better humiliations in some narrow office or some crowded department of the civil service!
Not that employment never has been sought out or held… to the contrary, this superfluous ghost of former persons and times has been employed from the tender age of eleven, though any sort of compensation was never seen until the legally appropriate age of fourteen. And of the numerous other superfluous men in modern contexts, the author has seen much more of a variety and less so of banality in the work place.
Thus it is left to question what purpose the past few years’ existential angst and other trivialities of decadent life have served? Ultimately, very little could be established as concrete and positive, other than to live out the nonsense that I attempted to make real – and some were realised, others not. Thus I slowly begin down the long road to normalisation and begrudgingly forget what it means and meant to be a former person.
However, some things will not be undone, nor could they ever. Beatings will continue until morale (or morality) improves!

Yours jokingly,

Kitaev
Former Former Person