Prioritizing the Book

When all else fails, fail at everything else

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Yesterday I got lost in my book revisions. I woke early, like I do every day, but the week was spread out before me, courtesy of the upcoming holiday (whose premise I oppose).

When I had told myself how I was going to approach this week, this precious week without classes or teaching, I promised I’d be a good student and draft the long research papers which are inevitably due at the end of every semester. But when this week came, I said, well, fuck those papers, and fuck being a good student.

I asked myself: what means the most to me?

Incantation (Salammbo) 1897 // Alphonse Mucha

So, what is it? What means t…