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my brain feels like its been hit by something very large, and at a very high velocity;
someone get me out of here / it must be something in the atmosphere
new york city is very bad for the soul sometimes
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But the game is a little bit more complicated than that, eh? University's great: you've got fast internet, and the ameneties of all the best minds in the world &c.; you have JSTOR for god's sake; and you have lessons and mental exercises to keep you up on your tippy toes!
But you've also got this little bubble, of club activities-and-your-readings-or-nothing, all of New York City laid out in front of you like a bauble and you, a blindish magpie that picks at it but is nevertheless very confused all the time.
The joke is that everything that got me into this university, this university is slowly swallowing up. It's not the school's fault: it's the mindset behind it. We've got HERODOTUS and HOMER and ALL THESE NAMES carved in uppercase on the facade of our library: Welcome to Learning!
In exchange you might forget the way words feel underneath your fingers, or the look of things through a lens that isn't academic. Storm clouds billow over the city; everything goes orange-grey. The world's no gently curved mirror of the mind; all of it is real and out there, and the only academic trait it shares in common with the textbook and the blackboard is poetry, poetry and the chalky smell of a well-written maths equation.
Or, K v. MLA - MLA 10913081938, K 0!
[edit2] f-list, you returned me to my senses by showing me the new X-Men trailer. Oh. Oh. Erik. Oh. Charles. That would be... just my favourite two characters in a relationship ever, there, yes. Yes. Yes!!!
someone get me out of here / it must be something in the atmosphere
new york city is very bad for the soul sometimes
[edit:]
But the game is a little bit more complicated than that, eh? University's great: you've got fast internet, and the ameneties of all the best minds in the world &c.; you have JSTOR for god's sake; and you have lessons and mental exercises to keep you up on your tippy toes!
But you've also got this little bubble, of club activities-and-your-readings-or-nothing, all of New York City laid out in front of you like a bauble and you, a blindish magpie that picks at it but is nevertheless very confused all the time.
The joke is that everything that got me into this university, this university is slowly swallowing up. It's not the school's fault: it's the mindset behind it. We've got HERODOTUS and HOMER and ALL THESE NAMES carved in uppercase on the facade of our library: Welcome to Learning!
In exchange you might forget the way words feel underneath your fingers, or the look of things through a lens that isn't academic. Storm clouds billow over the city; everything goes orange-grey. The world's no gently curved mirror of the mind; all of it is real and out there, and the only academic trait it shares in common with the textbook and the blackboard is poetry, poetry and the chalky smell of a well-written maths equation.
Or, K v. MLA - MLA 10913081938, K 0!
[edit2] f-list, you returned me to my senses by showing me the new X-Men trailer. Oh. Oh. Erik. Oh. Charles. That would be... just my favourite two characters in a relationship ever, there, yes. Yes. Yes!!!