As the representation of the groundhog in this picture is supposed to indicate, I have recently seen the shadow of my dissertation and thus predict for myself six more months of winter, i.e., groundhog-like existence in a dark hole, accompanied by several hundred books and my laptop.
Yesterday I was sadly neither able to put up a substantial post, nor able to engage in the discussions people have suggested. I have finished one piece of writing, but the next two to three weeks will be quite packed with the anxiety-filled tension involved in finishing two chapters. I will try and be better about posting and responding, but as for yesterday and today: I’ve simply got nothing.
I do, however, have a new timeline for the completion of the dissertation, which I will try to enforce via small electric shocks. There is hope, but as is true for all hope, it needs to be realized through repression. Yes, I may be slightly cynical these days, but much like noise relates to prior periods of silence, hope mostly gets meaning in negative opposition to prior periods of its complete absence. I am looking forward to a large and meaningful amount of hope in the future.