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May 2016
I want to lay out my own path.
I'm not interested in criticism.
Just me to make my work.
I am self sustainable.
I am the curator of my life.
I know what to do.
I don't need information.
I know I my inspiration.
Distill your feedback into something useful.
I don't need walls of superficial knowledge.
You sell us a promise of a future.
We pay for our own employment.
You've sold us a lie.
These papers on my desk.
They're shuffled sheets and burnt away.
Certificates of completion.
Graduation, a superficial celebration.
A regalia gown, to be rented.
Go ahead and take our money.
Give success to the special ones.
Being a music student at university, hating most of it. Learnt heaps. Pretty traumatic. Still traumatised from being three years. Forced myself to never drop out. Waiting for success. Waiting for career. Stress. Disillusionment.
Miguel Diaz
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