This year-old “Quarterlife Crisis” meme article just stressed me the fuck out. Even though the whole “I’m in my 20s and I don’t know what I want to do with my life” thing doesn’t quite apply to obsessive writer types, does it? The problem for us is we know exactly what we want to do and we spend all our time doing it because we like to do it, but it’s not exactly a viable “career.” So for us the question is… what the fuck is going to happen to us when we get old? Where are you going to be when you’re old? Publishing flash fiction downloaded directly into the brains of ten people worldwide?