was twenty-three years old at this point, with a bottomless well of energy and drive, and the concept of ageing was a dim possibility on the distant horizon that rarely flitted into my peripheral vision. I could not conceive of a world where I no longer had the desire to pull all-nighters doing grunt work for a company whose mission I did not believe in, hankering after success as defined through a bricolage of authoritative words by wealthy men.
