Let me raise a glass of bubbly to going bankrupt and living solo.

In a 200-square-foot efficiency apartment with neighbors who practice their drum circle until 2am every Saturday night.

TO THE FUTURE BY DESMA SHEERER 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 131

Should I raise a glass to the future,

to something that doesn’t exist,

to the maybe-not-even-probable possibility

of the future turning out the way I want.