i am incapable of accommodating for the many faces that i wish to wear, so i wear none. i am incapable of reconciling the many subjects i have learned into one cohesive identity, so i am none.

i have no sense of direction, no end destination. there is no degree, no label, no title, that is willing to take on the task of defining a wanderer. still, the world nags me on and on towards specialization, towards definition, towards boundary. the world is begging to know which box to put me in, which part of the system to delegate me to.

but i refuse. i refuse to define myself, and i refuse to be defined. i walk on a path that isn't limited to one direction; a path that goes north, east, south, and west, all at the same time.