Tag Archives: Academia

An Unbecoming Rite.

Routes. Desperately searching for something that was never there Racking my mind just to realize life has been unfair. * In the least you’ll only slightly fail At worst failing will only pale in comparison to the hopeless mess you … Continue reading

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When Racist [His]tory of Race Stops Being Fascinating.

This is a brief aside from class last week. As we were discussing a paper that discussed the (abstracted) conceptual history of the term ‘Race’, and were focusing on the categorization of Races as it relates to christian religion (we were planted in … Continue reading

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Transition-Aggression-Transgression. [Repeat]

Aaaand now, it’s the last few days of August. This entire month has been spent in a state of transition: *End of summer break *End of old lease *Looking for a newer used vehicle *Starting new lease *Starting to re-engage … Continue reading

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And So I Waited.

Plummet. Everyday I sit and think to myself, “I’ll wait ’til things die down,” But every day things unremittingly accrue, and I begin to drown In my deep and tragic melancholy within the ocean of Black Death, On a raft … Continue reading

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Growing Into the Death

Redemption Song I. Depression. Stumbling clumsily falling out of the flow nothing seems to feel right darkness is shrouding your glow. * Time just is a fleeting endlessness perpetually feeling relentless uselessness every day it becomes harder to put on clothes, … Continue reading

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Cognitive Dissonance, Prose, and Thangs

This has been quite a month so far. I’ve been really struggling with my direction in life because right now, praxis is not living up to theory. I’m living the reality that academia is not a safe space. It’s tough … Continue reading

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Behind All the Books, Past the Academe

The Break. Conflictions inside my head has rendered my heart full of dread. What to do next and how to do it all perhaps I feel it all might stall. Perpetually in a state of nothingness surrounded by my books, … Continue reading

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