lost? by vero silvestri

lost?

Many of us spend our lives attempting to ‘find ourselves.’ Respectfully, though, what the fuck does that mean? Is it our Purpose, with a capital P? Maybe our personalities in their final forms? Or is it that almost unattainable feeling of satisfaction that we seek? Whatever it is, it’s doing a great job at being an elusive cross to bear.

Frank's Inferno by Maria Silvestri

frank’s inferno

After graduating high school, I flew directly to NYC. I didn’t know a single soul, so I spent most of my days commuting to Union Square and walking around. This was back in the day when I read frequently for pleasure, or as many would call it the “pre-college era.” College really takes the life out of you like that – or maybe it was just the Ivy experience.