who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
My presentation on Eliot’s poetry as a spiritual journey of sorts. It’s nothing too fancy, but I had a lot of fun searching for images that fit the ideas. Today we held our presentations and I did quite well! At first, people who had already presented told us that the jury was’t very interested and stopped many of them after a couple of minutes, but they seemed very interested when I presented and asked some questions (one of the teachers asked me ‘life is very long- do you believe this?’ and I said yes, I do) and also asked me to recite the beginning of The Love Song. I’m happy it went well, I’ve worked tons on my paper and it means many things to me because Eliot.
Am I even here anymore? I’ve been in some sort of oblivion since my birthday, a good sort, because I’ve put off thinking about dpd and getting involved in reality, went out for tea and pizza and swimming. Guess I can do that, even though it’s difficult as hell sometimes, had times when I just zoned out from all the information and had to struggle to at least appear normal. I have prom next week, though, and have to present my dissertation tomorrow and I’m overall very empty. I’ve been trying to continue that story for a week, but I simply have no words, no mood, no nothing. On my birthday I gifted myself peace, well, it wasn’t a complete success, but the part with forgiving people was very good. Forgiving them because they can’t possibly know how this feels, and appreciating them for the good things that they do for me. I’ve tried to watch and listen to sad things to cry and let some of the tension out, it worked a bit, but no, not really. Feelings, what are they.