Being out of art school

Is sort of like walking around in a big chicken suit, only no one can see your chicken suit, and you want to yell and jump around and say “look at my chicken suit!” but they can’t hear you. They think you are just like them. And you worry if you don’t find more people in chicken suits, you’ll forget you are wearing one too. And you’ll start ordering your half caf non-fat cappuccinos just like everyone else.