M.A. Corliss brings you a coming of age tale about what happens to a person upon realizing that after graduating college he still is completely lost in this world. With an economy in crisis, the job market in decline, and a longing to connect with humanity, we find our protagonist traveling to the town of Hollow's Lot. It is here that he connects with a group of misfits, not unlike himself and learns of love, lust, betrayal, friendship, and death. The summer of 2012 was not like any that had come before it due to the fact that it was my first summer after graduating college. For four long years I studied, worked, and slaved over the challenges of knowledge only to come to the realization I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. The only thing that I knew for sure is that at this time thousands, upon thousands of others whom had graduated at the same time were drowning in the same river as me. Being a professional student was all that we had known up until now, for twenty-two long years we sat in the comfort of a classroom protected from the existence of the real world. For twenty-two years we had the guidance of others to lead us down a predetermined path way and pick us up when we fell down. After twenty-two years we were finally on our own, thrust into this world with the attitude of sink or swim. The society in which we live in has decided that at the age of eighteen, we must decide what we want to do with ourselves for the next sixty years. This ideal always seemed off to me and perhaps it was the reason for why I like so many others are so ill prepared for this world. I’ve seen straight ‘A’ business majors folding clothes for minimum wage, and brilliant lawyers reduced to picking up a spatula for the next thirteen years. We are starting to behold the ideas that a person capable of ending the long standing fights against disease and famine are now reduced to pouring coffee just too barely make it by. There has never been such a travesty to befall my eyes of that of wasted knowledge and potential. There is no one single person to blame for the downfall of this generation; it is in essence a collective effort. In an economic crisis, such as the one we are in during this time, people must work longer and retire later despite the fact that the job market continues to flood. I at one point consider myself one of the lucky few to have gained a sense of creativity over the years. As we watched technology grow over the years it seemed that only those willing to evolve with it or those who could use it to produce a product would be the ones eager enough to survive. I might as well throw my Literary Degree in the fire to save on the money it would not be useful in producing for me. Too much of my dismay and excitement this generation has actually been encouraged to be creative and try their luck at being a successful artist. I express enthusiasm in the idea of being able to enjoy the works of others only at the cost that I may never fully be recognized for what I loved to do. Now that the creative market has also been flooded there seems like nowhere left to go, leaving myself wandering, just trying to find exactly where I could fit into this world.