Sliding


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!