Home sick
I miss home. My cats. My bed. Every month feels like 2 years and every deadline feels like the end of the world. I hope all this hard work will pay off. There are fleeting moments of happiness and contentment that I find within the day. I am happy for that. I have been working on a project where I experimented with rolling knitted crystal polymers into glass in order to make it stronger. The thread was used in the Mars Rover and is said to be 5x stronger than steel. My experiments failed and it was very much in the spirit of the alchemists during the time of the Enlightenment.
Failure. There is a certain choreography to it. A release. An art.
When I get home I will sleep and get massages and read fiction. One year away....
Failure. There is a certain choreography to it. A release. An art.
When I get home I will sleep and get massages and read fiction. One year away....