i remember aspiration … i remember wanting to know philosophy for depth, physics for understanding, art for beauty, read literature and poetry for humor and to characterize the rest // i remember desire even in the sterility of hours within hysteric progress, within a need to finish what i have started so monumentously, so devoted i have become to the religion of institutionalized education,

to say i can do this and still have a soul …

because it is so easy to forget why i am here, and even worse where it came from
and even harder still to remember who i am …

or was …