chapter's end
As I was walking across 14th street to end this academic saga I saw myself being hit by a car, all five copies of 60-page theses fluttering around me like bird thoughts fleeing out of my soul. And there I would be, lifeless on the asphalt with one of my greatest loves paginated there among the blood and now-empty eyes.
It was a beautiful vision, like Athena bursting out of Zeus's head.
I feel like a mother now. I see why culture and academia and art were devised by males who aren't able to bear children - it is the only kind of birth available to everyone. It is beautiful.
My spicy Indian dahl smells ready in the kitchen. I'm going to go eat some and think about creation and consumption.
It was a beautiful vision, like Athena bursting out of Zeus's head.
I feel like a mother now. I see why culture and academia and art were devised by males who aren't able to bear children - it is the only kind of birth available to everyone. It is beautiful.
My spicy Indian dahl smells ready in the kitchen. I'm going to go eat some and think about creation and consumption.