Then to deaux-soleils where I wrote Research Highlights and Project Proposals and Myself essays for jobs, till the wee hours in the night or morning. This beer in a mason jar juxtaposed with a lesbian folk singer and my laptop and papers is me trying to capture the moment. This, and last night when I sat in West End coffee shops writing more stuff reminded me very much of my thesis days. It was a good feeling. Nothing might come out of these endeavours, but it feels so good to give it my all, the only way I know to do things.
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