Bombarded by a steady stream of data, demands, and decisions, she felt fragmented—uncertain of herself and even less certain of her place in the current universe. She wished that a pause button would induce a state of suspended animation, creating a conceptual place outside the fabric of space-time where she could recompose herself. In that space she would collect and consider pieces of herself. She would sift, sort, synthesize, reshape, and revise her thoughts, her life, and herself there.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Drowning in a Dissertation
In case you were wondering what the whirlpool looks like that is responsible for the drowning, check out this comic. I think someone is spying on me!
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