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If someone were making a movie about me, today would be the going mad scene. Here I am, slightly feverish dismantling a juice carton and refereeing a discussion about whether Carnap is an improvement on traditional metaphysics. Here I am, slightly more feverish, pitching about on the subway refusing to sit. Baking a complicated cake, even more feverish then scampering outside in my baking clothes (sweatpants from high school gym class days, ill fitting tee shirt of about the same vintage) covered by a beautiful wool coat that was a gift from my parents because I absolutely couldn't take having any trash in the bin.
No progress on my Spinoza paper, no reading for metaphysics done yet I skulk and twitch around like the failed theology student Pistarius uncomfortable in the dark and not letting in the light.
No progress on my Spinoza paper, no reading for metaphysics done yet I skulk and twitch around like the failed theology student Pistarius uncomfortable in the dark and not letting in the light.