In passing

One week has barely passed, and I have finished essays and assignments I cannot quote (context! context!) and written another ten thousand words. I have plunged into the deepest abyss of boredom and fought my way through legions after legions of obligations, duties and responsibilities, all for the right to spend a hour or two a day reading and reflecting. And I will have my cake and eat it! In the last week, there have been rumblings; I am confirmed in my place for the coming year, the New Atheists emerge into the spotlight, tragedy has struck great people and tremendous things are happening in the places that matter, and I slowly, slowly, put names to faces and set the stage for the coming year. As the year fades, I will have time to correspond, piece together fragments of ideas, and finally lie down, and rest. I should very much like to be able to do so. And for the next few days, I will pretend.