If my logic is sound, then my word is law.
In my dream, I am taken down into the cool summer blue of the underworld. Here, the water acts of its own accord, twisting up in beautiful crystalline spirals (or down, or meeting together in the center, in a balanced whorl of brilliant geometry). I have been led down here - at first against my… Continue reading Dreamscapes: An Otherworldly Descent
So here's the deal. When I made the decision to leave my doctoral program, that did not mean I was going to cease doing intellectual work. What it meant was, having realized that the academy was in no way the place that I wanted to do my research and intellectual work, that I needed to… Continue reading The Skeleton Key is in the Syllabus
...I was clay with eyes only to observe, no voice, moving on a conveyor belt through a crumbling factory with the word "prestigious" written on it in blue graffiti...
