There are three days left of my latest communications internship.
I’ve always sat in the wrong department, so it’s the Portfolio Management team that
buzzes around my desk.
Today, they are all talking at once, all around me,
their voices interspersed by the gentle classical music that comes in through my earbuds,
which creates an interesting effect:
Dawn by Jean-Yves Thibaudet, overlaid by older
male voices
passionately discussing concepts I don’t understand.
I become briefly melancholic, the music and voices growing quiet. I think about how with every internship,
with every day, I become a little
less
young.
