…the more…I don’t know…I just don’t know anymore. Maybe (probably) I never did.

Well. Here we are. In the midst of a global pandemic. Alone, together.

What is time anymore. What does the word ‘future’ mean now. What’s next? Nobody knows. Maybe there’s some freedom in that. It is unclear.

Today I submitted grades for my classes. I’ve been dragging my feet. Delaying the inevitable. Because submitting those grades means it’s done. It’s really over. It’s weird to think: it may be the last time I ever do that. It’s a strange feeling.

And today the seniors I worked with at Whitman College graduated, just like last week the seniors I worked with at CU graduated, just like in July the 3rd Years I worked with at Brunel University London will graduate (I think???). It feels very strange not to be able to congratulate any of them in person for all the work they’ve done.

So.

I guess what I’m trying to say to my graduates, and to all of the students I’ve worked with (especially this last year) is: I MADE YOU THIS VIDEO. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I think it’s fair to say that this is likely one of the most wabi sabi moments of our lives. So remember: nothing is perfect. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is complete.

I am proud of you. I will miss you. I hope we see each other again.