There's something I ought to be doing at work besides looking at
pictures of kittens, but my mental deployment towards subjects like philosophy, appropriation, gender representation, projection and the like are equally inappropriate. The future is barreling towards me like a freight train, and if I don't throw myself forward onto it I'll end up stuttered to a stop.
I spend most of my time feeling like a fraud. The things I love doing - I feel like I'm getting away with something. As long as nobody knows I do them, then they can't catch me out.
I guess I'm still looking for something that I'll rise to the occasion for.
Maybe it's surfing.
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