I don't know if this counts as a confession, but I was at this fancy dinner last night for my grad program, you know? Like, proper silverware, three different forks, the whole shebang. And everyone around me, like, my peers, they're all talking about their gap years in *Italy* or their parents buying them a flat in *Paris*, just casually, like it’s nothing. And I'm sitting there, trying to make my ramen budget stretch every single day, every day, and thinking about how I'm probably gonna have to sell another painting just to pay rent next month, and it just... felt really stupid to be there. Like, a total impostor. I think maybe I just don’t belong.