Red Tape.

It's Everywhere.

Returning to school is like diving into a sticky, tangled, frustrating pool of Red Tape.

I'm a passionate person. I can explain WHY I'm passionate about the things that I'm passionate about. Something that baffles me though is why:

Adminstrators. and Bueracrats.

Lead their lives with such passion. How can they muster the will to care SO much about propogating their Kafka-esque chambers?

the only good thing about swimming in a pool of tape is that you know how flimsy, how ultimately conquerable the structure is. There are plenty of holes and aeration points all about...so you can see the light outside and know that there's still:

hope and possibility.

(and peace?)