Reading & Writing workshop-pings

I meant to write something about graduation, but graduations are vacuums; we celebrate an ending and new absence, and I watch my classmates at parties turn into ghosts. What doesn’t disappear turns lighter; I become more careless, and have to trust my instincts in the absence of routine’s gravity.

Here’s some proof of my classmates’ existence, though. I’ve been collecting links, tracking their appearances online: