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america, college, Life, philadelphia, study

Hi,

I am currently struggling to put an entire semester’s worth of reading (10 books, 20+papers, and an infinite number of articles) in a 10 slide presentation. All I have for now is  the introductory slide (in Gray Scale: because meh) with my name on it. Fuck.

We conjured up visions of utopia in our heads, only to find ourselves incapable of realizing it. Then, we built the machines.

As I scramble to make a coherent presentation during what has been a truly terrible week, I am struck by my inadequacies. Not with words, or thoughts. Those I have plenty of, but they aren’t half as disconcerting. This is  a far deeper shortcoming I have managed to live with long enough to have  forgotten about. Today seemed like a good day for it to emerge though; on the edge of a long stressful semester, dancing around my thoughts, inserting itself in all that I see, hear, feel, and most importantly, think.

Then they dreamed some more.

And as I stare at this blank slide, I think of every single person I have read about. Their work I read, consumed, and admired. Sometimes it was shit. But still. People who wrote about all that they were passionate about, all that made them tick, all that fed their desire to live, to wake up and accept the drudgery of life as a small price to manifest their truest passions in words. This could be for multiple reasons; knowledge, general altruism,  fame, or even tenure. But I wont begrudge anyone their motivations, nor would I extol them more  than necessary.

One must at least dream to have faith

I say this because I have always imagined that one day I would write  in a fashion. The sort which flows, within the realm of writing logic and understanding, but a flow unfettered. The thought itself is more pleasing than anything else I can think of. Even as I constructed these elaborate dreams, they were explained as a future certainty, woven together with a promise of a more accomplished me, contributing, participating, and building; if not in form, in flow.

But I see it now, a jolting reminder  hitting me right in the face. What I lack is faith. A term I have always derided, if not ignored entirely. This is not faith of religious kind that I refer to. Or I could be. I dont really know anymore. How would I ever write something of value if I don’t repose myself within any meaningful understanding of the world? What would it be worth if I reject the magic or the logic from whence comes that which I write? Even as I try to write this concluding section, I find myself restricted by my own thoughts and uncertainty about what I really wish to communicate. Well that, and the blank slide. But suffice to say, I feel a deep sense of unease both from the source of the unease, and my inability to put it to words.

So I shall end here.

From faith stems feelings, from feelings stems conviction, and from conviction, fortitude

 

Si

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Economics of nothing

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Much has happened today.

My article is being chopped down to very small pieces and I am learning to write for the audience, rather than for myself. It’s very similar to how I find my jokes funny, or am very pleased with my own ideas. I hope one day I develop my own style of writing, the sort someone years later shall describe as ‘succinct’. Till then, ramble on!

Rambling is how economic textbooks feel like though. But then, economics has a way of finding undiscovered parts of your brain to fuck with, and leave you with a sense of dissatisfaction and a rather baffled look on your face. All of this would have been avoided if I had paid attention to class 11 economics. But I didn’t, and here I am, figuring out why a production function looks the way it does, and why no one ever gives it an aesthetic makeover.

Si

Ps. The Chinese Internet is an eerie idea. The more I read about it, the more the innocuously malicious it seems.

Pps: cycled very very very late today. I am going to miss Leia. A lot. She has been the most stable thing in my life for 5 years now. And soon I shall be giving her up. Hopefully her next caretaker keeps her well. Till then, I shall ensure that I spend as much time as possible with her.