
Resting trains at the West Side Yard. Photo Credit: Isabel Wong
Every few months, I will, without warning, run headlong into post-graduation panic. Having just woken up, I’ll meander into the kitchen, pop a slice of bread into the toaster and check my phone to learn my friend has landed an internship or my other friend is beginning the postgraduate fellowship essay grind. I am sent spiraling. Not so much from the news as from its movement. For whether they’re accepting or interviewing, each is on their way. Trunks loaded, snacks open and waiting, some already pressing foot to pedal. All of them operating in next steps. And here I am left, phone in hand, unsure where I’m going let alone whether by boat, by car, by plane, by foot.








