that isn’t at all abstract.
We are working too much and being too frugal. It is getting to me. Seven days a week, eight plus hours a day, same office, same subway train, same scenery. School starts in a moment and life will open back up. Classes, teaching, research, moving…
But for the moment there is only this office, small, wooden, spartan, cluttered, a bit dirty, being covered in newspaper ink and years. There is the office and a futon. It is almost enough to make one lose one’s mind. Sometimes lately I am snapping without meaning to, feeling far more stress than can be justified.
It can compress one beyond belief to have absolutely no variety in life. The last time I did this was when I was living in southern California.
At least hear the weather is different every day and I have reasons—good reasons—to do what I’m doing. That makes all the difference.