Youth.

I used to be young.
Youngest at art school, youngest at work, youngest of all my friends.
Then, you're not. How the fuck did that happen?
Did everyone die and I didn't notice?

This is the talented J.
We share an office, and now she is off to that London.
She got an internship at a world-class agency against 4000
other people. With her stonkingly clever brains.
And she's 10.