Becoming a mother at 17, I missed out on a lot of educational opportunities and experiences. And so now in my thirties what I do is I crash course on text until I’m my eyes won’t stay open anymore night after night, compulsively. And I’m restless. And I want all the knowledge. I want to transform into a actualised person. Free from the social constructs of my continuous former self. Free from my oppressions and freeing others from my privileges. And I always feel like I’m running out of time.