to an age where mindless mingling and simple small talk do not appeal. where i'd rather just go home and finally catch up on sleep than stay in a crowd made up of acquaintances grouping together in little clusters. to understanding better than ever before the value of quality over quantity. 2 years, 4 years, 6 years, but what remains? what does it all mean, why does it all matter? the thing is it doesn't mean much and it doesn't matter all that much. but as fickle humans we use this to fill whatever void we're so desperately aware of. 

6 weeks more, to end the era of 6 years.