The best thing about going back to my family’s home over Christmas, besides seeing my family of course, is that it forced me to interact with relatively normal people for a while. None of the people I interacted with would know who Deleuze was and most barely knew what the hell I was writing about in my dissertation.

It is good having them in my mind, so fresh, as I am writing my dissertation. It relates to the best piece of advice I have been given so far during my three years of PhD-ing, which is to pitch the ‘tone’ or ‘level’ to that of an intelligent second year undergraduate level. I couldn’t remember what it was like to be an undergrad and I have often found myself escaping wormhole-ish Sliders-like into my own little universe.

Must finish this bloody thing!