so many senior scholars to the cult of hyper-productivity just a big shrug emoji? The day before, my mom, Quira and I went to a birthday party. The hundreds of books surrounding me, collected over nearly a dozen years, seemed like nothing more than kindling in that moment. A gate that only a select few of this nations best and brightest have the honor of working within.
In a few months, Ill be done teaching. . I know they mean well, but actually, no, I dont. I would go to school and forget Quira was dead and feel that she was still alive, but when I would get home, the day of her death replayed. But more importantly, no one is owed my work. Now, Id promised myself that last year, and Id decided to try again, but this time, I knew it was over. God didnt make me to stay home.