I was squatting on my bedroom floor sorting through a mountain of paperwork that's been lying there for quite some time. I stumbled across my bachelors degree. By the end of next year, I'll receive two of these "Bone' colouring papers that (will eventually) throw me in a year's worth of debt. Still refuse to hang it on the wall, this degree felt like a bit of an impasse; ambiguous like canned food, futile like an arts degree.