I have no clue what happened to me this semester. I took notes in all of the lectures, but when I read them I can’t remember learning any of it! No explanation for my failure to start making wallpaper summaries halfway through term - while I did make a lot of trips up to Sydney for job interviews, it doesn’t fully explain what happened to my study ethic. Now cramming! Studying so hard I skipped rifle this week - how tragic!
I have an awful/amazing crush on the writing of Jonathan Crowe - just so elegant, so clear, with nothing that needs editing. If all the work I edited looked like his, it would look like I wasn’t doing my job!
For what defence have we against the terror and beauty of nothingness, other than to make an ark of our soul and our work, and haul out of the rapids and into it all the things and all the people we have known and loved, all that is forever on the verge of vanishing, and with them, laughing, joyful, amazed at who and what and where we are, continue journeying into the magnificent unknown, that vast perhaps?