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i am thesis-consumed.

thinking back on how i have been crafting my posts, i wish my thoughts would flow into such a shape when applied to the contemplation of the Thesis. i find i am able to put the essence of my argument, the core of my contemplation, into a neat, apt sentence which would invariably open the post and head the chunk of words that eventually flow out. as is the case now. but the Thesis refuses to be opened, and the hammering of that Sentence has been going on for months with no great success. all i have achieved is the resultant hammering of the thumb, accompanied by curses that comes instinctively from the pain and frustration of feeling the Sentence slip once again from my grasp.

the rains have been falling. the waters pool, flow; my thoughts do not find their shape.

i am extremely conscious of the numbers. i quote 12,000 and 10 and do multiplications and divisions. i know the lines and boundaries and the horizon which is the edge. i wish i knew as well what to say.


oh, You. you are words on paper; you are the intangible in the tangible, the tangible in the intangible; you are loops and infinite; you are real; you are my imagination.

you are my pain. and my pleasure.