My bag was light, I had never really been much of a clothes horse, concern of what lay ahead still plagued me- what if I didn't find anything, would I just be another lonely, unemployed (I have a casual job but you know) Graduate with visions of possible success. Was I doomed to be continually going over speed bumps like some of the characters in my head.
How can anyone have fun with the possibility of failure? My thoughts turned to the Norse Gods- they knew as we do that they were to die, but it did not stop the Quest, the journey of discovery that is life, and the Frolicking Jester does have a way of stumbling into us when we least expect it.
I waited in the foyer at the airport, when another thought crossed my mind- would I even like flying? Popular culture has more fun showing flights gone wrong than right. What if the plane went down and this was the last thing I ever wrote? What sort of Arty Graduate hack would I seem like? But then I remembered a hack is usually employed- ha strike one for the Frolicking Jester.
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