Friday, February 13, 2009

Mathematicus Fhtagn

Routinely I wake up from dreams, explaining myself to someone in this fashion: I'm trying to wrap up my master's degree. I am always "wrapping up", in the last year of that program. It's like some part of my brain, bent into a closed loop, perpetually running on a treadmill; a Sisyphean ordeal, unable to finish. That is, in some sense, where my heart always is.

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