#bougie

I lay in bed, and I can already hear the whispers. The woods beckon me... Frolicking ferns play under the canopy of trees who've watched our world shift. The distant groan of bears, amplified by the faces

I am the one who took the temporary vow of poverty called getting a PhD. I quit my job, found a fellowship, and commenced excelling as a student doing the coursework phase. It was what I called early

bougie Algeria