First, last night at some point I had an amazing series of insights that was completely original and that was related to my doctoral research interests (i.e. material space) but that expanded them considerably, both in terms of theory and in terms of scope. It made me think to myself, “Wow. This is big; this is amazing. This will get me in anywhere. They’ll want to know what I find once I start looking into it. It will put them on the map.”
Then, I forgot to write the thrust of it down.
Today, despite racking my brains rather a lot, it’s gone.
Second, several times today I have found myself in a position of utter longing for those afternoons I used to have between classes, sitting in the cool, open Union Terrace by myself, reading and listening to Jazz, maybe waiting for a friend or a classmate to happen by.
I used to make fun of the notion that the undergrad years were “the best times in life,” but now that I look back on them, I’m basically convinced that it’s the truth. And I miss those years like fucking mad.