Done my last final exam. Content. Some what at east. Could’ve been worse, could’ve been better. As it always is… one more essay to go. Two days to finish reading Whitman’s 1855 Leaves of Grass.
It takes a lot of stagnation for productive work. Like Murakami, I believe in a tremendous talent for working hard without prerequisites, without condition. I think hard work comes conditionally. And for one to meet that condition, it takes time…
One thing I’ve also realized it that my idealism stems from much of 19th and 20th reading, at a time when German idealism was just on the rise. Even the Americas… Thoreau, Emerson. They’re transcendalists, but
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