N+1 hours, days in the Regenstein library with words swimming in front of me and it is unclear exactly what I have accomplished. Or why I am reading it. It feels like this quarter is just a patience game: wait for deadline crunches and then try to deliver on them; in the meantime, do nothing much that’s going to stick with me, but call it “reading.”
I really want to read Sacher-Masoch again. I also wish it wasn’t winter, I want to hang out with some seagulls.