Convergently academic
10:00 am Arrive at THE STUDY. Contemplate gingersnaps and tea. Deliberate. Sit. Re-examine old essays. Mentally splice sections, paragraphs into more comfortable little compartments for incorporating into thesis. Jot down notes.
10:30 am Fidget. Jot more notes. Hope that my professor, my dear beloved thesis advisor -- is still coming. He arrives. After settling, we speak in secret code. Not really.
"I see the light."
"Now continue to move towards the light."
11:00 am Sit by window. Cross-legged. Sip chrysanthemum tea. Watch snow fall. People-watch. Say hi to friends. Typing. Typing. Typing...
11:30 am THE ONE CLASS I CAN'T SEEM TO FOCUS IN
With white chalk, professor scribbles arrows on the blackboard. Arching lines, pointing right to left, arrows like circumventing cumulonimbus clouds. Reminds me of the fury of snow outside you can only predict the weather so much JUST GIVE INTO MYSTICISM.
All I can focus on is the humming whirring sounds and buzzing lights and boxes and horse hooves, femurs, greater sciatic notch hinges joints pottery shards Lauretide ice sheet BERINGIA! proto-type language arctic divergence convergence I WANT TO BUILD A CANOE OF CEDAR sleek woven SKIN SLEEK ... Professor snaps his fingers MY ATTENTION VAPORIZES Kayaks and Umiaks Light skin-covered. MEAT. Figure 1: A man from Coronation Gulf uses bow and arrow.
1:00 pm The wind bites my face. I bite back. Arrive at work. Do work things. Smile lots. Attempt to crack clever jokes occasionally. Small-talk. Sticker things. Eat tiny chocolates. Open things. Fold things. Sort things. Chirp chirp on the telephone. Randomly hug boss. Brief heart-to-heart...
7:52pm
SNOWFLAKES SWARM MY WINDOW.
Back to thesis.
10:30 am Fidget. Jot more notes. Hope that my professor, my dear beloved thesis advisor -- is still coming. He arrives. After settling, we speak in secret code. Not really.
"I see the light."
"Now continue to move towards the light."
11:00 am Sit by window. Cross-legged. Sip chrysanthemum tea. Watch snow fall. People-watch. Say hi to friends. Typing. Typing. Typing...
11:30 am THE ONE CLASS I CAN'T SEEM TO FOCUS IN
With white chalk, professor scribbles arrows on the blackboard. Arching lines, pointing right to left, arrows like circumventing cumulonimbus clouds. Reminds me of the fury of snow outside you can only predict the weather so much JUST GIVE INTO MYSTICISM.
All I can focus on is the humming whirring sounds and buzzing lights and boxes and horse hooves, femurs, greater sciatic notch hinges joints pottery shards Lauretide ice sheet BERINGIA! proto-type language arctic divergence convergence I WANT TO BUILD A CANOE OF CEDAR sleek woven SKIN SLEEK ... Professor snaps his fingers MY ATTENTION VAPORIZES Kayaks and Umiaks Light skin-covered. MEAT. Figure 1: A man from Coronation Gulf uses bow and arrow.
1:00 pm The wind bites my face. I bite back. Arrive at work. Do work things. Smile lots. Attempt to crack clever jokes occasionally. Small-talk. Sticker things. Eat tiny chocolates. Open things. Fold things. Sort things. Chirp chirp on the telephone. Randomly hug boss. Brief heart-to-heart...
7:52pm
SNOWFLAKES SWARM MY WINDOW.
Back to thesis.