New addiction
JSTOR is distending my already untidy whale of a paper and its entrail-like footnotes.
I can't stop finding new articles (of god knows how much respectability) and skimming them (as procrastination of actual writing of content) and inserting things that at a sidelong glance fit into the greater picture (if that picture can reach off indefinitely in the ten directions and encompass the tired cosmos) because if you've got 200,000 different colours in your mosaic, who'll notice that little-off peacock green in the burning brush?
Ah, these 4 AM rambles. I'm almost sad to see them go in a few days when a more normal diet and sleeping schedule shall be restored. Almost.
Incidentally, Lu Zhishen is a serious alcoholic. Note the craziness that overtakes him on a scenic hill beneath the monastic setting: withdrawl symptoms, nods my high school counselor somewhere in the dark corners of a smoky theatre, his breath fleshed out in the light of the projector.
They all are. Bastards.
I can't stop finding new articles (of god knows how much respectability) and skimming them (as procrastination of actual writing of content) and inserting things that at a sidelong glance fit into the greater picture (if that picture can reach off indefinitely in the ten directions and encompass the tired cosmos) because if you've got 200,000 different colours in your mosaic, who'll notice that little-off peacock green in the burning brush?
Ah, these 4 AM rambles. I'm almost sad to see them go in a few days when a more normal diet and sleeping schedule shall be restored. Almost.
Incidentally, Lu Zhishen is a serious alcoholic. Note the craziness that overtakes him on a scenic hill beneath the monastic setting: withdrawl symptoms, nods my high school counselor somewhere in the dark corners of a smoky theatre, his breath fleshed out in the light of the projector.
They all are. Bastards.
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