It appears as if...

[Shiroikage]

grad school may be the most effective method of making you wonder whether grad school was the right choice.

[quannum]

talkin about investment vs potential reward?

[Shiroikage]

the investment is probably worth it, it's just ~5 years commitment on top of an already completed degree followed by another 2 or 3 years for me

it's enough to make one start thinking

[Kuya]

higher education these days does lead one to question the soundness of it all

[Blarg]

so you're saying that there is something after being a student? I just figured you retired then

[Shiroikage]

if only

[Alleya]

so you're saying that there is something after being a student? I just figured you retired then

You retire to a soul-deadening life of digging your own grave one pay check at a time, your body deteriorating until it's no longer any use to the system that sucked away its vitality slowly but surely with decades of cold, systematic psychic torture, leaving you a husk of a human being to languish in a sterile, horrid prison with pastel walls and a TV that plays nothing but daytime programming until you finally die a meaningless, unnoticed death and your failure of offspring forget the sound of your voice before they realize that the same fate waits for them, and it's your fault. It's all your fault.

[Mertron]

and yet, rents are reasonable

[Shiroikage]

i want to live alone in the desert

[Mertron]

Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.


Why was I born among mirrors?
The day walks in circles around me,
and the night copies me
in all its stars.


I want to live without seeing myself.
And I will dream that ants
and thistleburrs are my
leaves and my birds.


Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of seeing myself without fruit.

[Kuya]

i want to live alone in the desert

Alone? but how will you fuck snatch

[Mertron]

camels

[Kuya]

that makes fucking men make more sense

[Blarg]

You retire to a soul-deadening life of digging your own grave one pay check at a time, your body deteriorating until it's no longer any use to the system that sucked away its vitality slowly but surely with decades of cold, systematic psychic torture, leaving you a husk of a human being to languish in a sterile, horrid prison with pastel walls and a TV that plays nothing but daytime programming until you finally die a meaningless, unnoticed death and your failure of offspring forget the sound of your voice before they realize that the same fate waits for them, and it's your fault. It's all your fault.

oh god, daytime programming

[Shiroikage]

Alone? but how will you fuck snatch

same way i always fuck snatch

[Kuya]

so what you're saying is that you already live alone in a desert

[Alleya]

oh god, daytime programming

ALL. YOUR. FAULT.

[Shiroikage]

so what you're saying is that you already live alone in a desert

no, and that's my problem

[Kuya]

but

[Alleya]

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.