Who am I, Kylie?

Yesterday in Geography, I had an

existential crisis.

No really.

We had a 5-6 page paper due on the cultural landscape of Provo-Orem.

I was having a busy week

(what else is new?)

so I had only started it the night before.

I had gone to bed at 1 am, woken up at 5 am to finish it.

Finally, I made it to class, and turned my finished-at-the-last-minute product into the pile.

A few minutes later, I looked at the growing stack of papers and thought,

"Now which one of those is even mine?"

In one quick moment, all the hours I had spent toiling seemed meaningless,

as my creation was swallowed into the faceless sea of words.

"Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I'm saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I?"