The Stone, the Loop, and the City
From April to a Sunday night in September, I hauled my applications up a slope and watched them roll back down — Sisyphus in a Casablanca of empty inboxes. Between a failed pilgrimage to the Finance City fortress and a 93% on an exam I almost failed, I learned that the loop never ends. But you are not the rock. This is the story of the five months the loop finally returned something to me.