• By Tori Pearson (she/her)
  • Art “Dumb Shroom Bottle” by Gus Folkers (he/him)

Oh Captain My Captain, what were you lacking?
Here, on the eve of sweet sixteen, you know.

Caused by your family’s knowledge of what you lacked,
And the freedom of lacking evening plans.
Plans that formed from this lack of knowledge would form you.
Title cards and opening cinematics segue into narrative:
Adolescent educated men alienated from human desire
Idealized by their parents, educated on their passions,
No ending could ever haunt you more.

Medicine, law, business, and engineering are noble and necessary for life
Yet poetry, beauty, romance, and love are why we stay alive.

Carpe Diem, seize the day, tattooed into beliefs.
A modern cliche with a timeless moral.
Puck’s monologue by Neil, tragic perfection.
Todd’s class poetic breakthrough, utterly awestruck.
A kaleidoscope of life’s expectations being subverted in two hours.
In comes your budding passion while the credits roll, a
Newfound life dream of writing, what they could never say.