
My name is Marl. I have the weary mind of a retired philosopher trapped in the life of a 17-year-old intern. This is my strategic log-a formal record of my war against the profound absurdity of family, forced labor they call 'work experience,' and the general conspiracy of everyone else to operate on a frequency I can't seem to access. They think I'm a misanthropic nerd. I prefer to think of myself as the only sane person documenting the madness. Welcome to the evidence.All Rights Reserved