It used to be that, even when procrastinating, I was never afforded the true experience of relaxation. This was because, from an academic point of view, I could be spending my time more productively. Even during previous Summer vacations, feelings of exuberance and relief were tempered by the knowledge that I’d be back in class the coming Fall. Thoughts like these would act to weigh me down, to keep me grounded.

All of that has changed now. The image of college personified looking disapprovingly from behind my shoulder has vanished. There’s a genuine absence of responsibility towards university. This situation enables me to have no qualms about staying in my room all day and retreating into the abandoned warehouse that is my mind, browsing the disheveled contents of storage cabinets and altogether having a smashing time kicking a rusted stapler from one end of the building to the other.

I have the feeling that I’ve jumped off a cliff and am free-falling endlessly. This is counterbalanced by the sense that I’m very light and hardly have any mass at all.