A remembrance of times past, on how being a doctoral student has the same anxieties, hopes and want of transgression as being a young human
A random collection of back-of-the-envelope calculations, short stories, half-baked arguments, bad poems, and more.
Many of these relate to the idea of normalcy what it entails and what it does not.
We are fortunate to live in a time where right and wrong, traditions, and norms are being renegotiated.
Yet, only through exploring what is normal can we see the depth of the clash and be earnest with our hopes.
I'm a recovering Christian. This form of blasphemy is a way of regrounding myself. It's offensive and sacrilegious. Read at your own peril.