I’m 21. A manifesto right now is stupid and perfect. It’ll be of non-belief and pre-mergent ambivalence spouting from anecdotal vibes and splooshing all over myself. I’m first and last, not even anywhere, and on the cusp of not being able to write this. Let’s go. We’re in strange positions, those my age, those in school, those interested but not within. We exist in clash – flying and burrowing, transparent and utterly opaque – on our step stool to peek and pretend, making hom