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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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The Beginning of the End of the Red-Tape that Binds.

As I sit here with steady streams of distraction in the foreground, my mind can’t help but to fixate on my helplessness. How am I supposed to graduate on time when I can’t even focus on completing courses (much less … 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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Quiet Thoughts Made Explicit: Acknowledging Existential Crisis Within the Academic Industrial Complex

I’m sitting here in the middle of the night, staring at my computer screen. I wish I could sleep, or find rest, or pause because I’m just so tired of trying. I’m tired of hoping that I at least touch … Continue reading

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