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You leave academia, and you don't miss it.
Interminable problems and forms and deans and branding and mandatory training and the slow drip drip drip of worrying about money and being attacked by swans. Big swans with tungsten beaks.
Interminable problems and forms and deans and branding and mandatory training and the slow drip drip drip of worrying about money and being attacked by swans. Big swans with tungsten beaks.
You miss the singular focus. One big problem. One puzzle. And your intrinsic attraction to it. Encountering an idea and thinking 'the most responsible thing to do is to spend the whole afternoon figuring out how that works' and it literally being true.
But that was already on life support before you left. Too many interruptions. Too many breathless opportunities to hurt yourself. Big empty holes favours could fill, and then you did them.
Maybe you miss what it could have been but isn't.
Silly.
Maybe you miss what it could have been but isn't.
Silly.
I can't get over the intrinsic shittiness of how we (and by we I mean you, now) use 'human capital', a disgusting phrase in and of itself.
I'm not radicalised, I'm just cranky and for some reason I never got the memo that young scientists weren't people.
I'm not radicalised, I'm just cranky and for some reason I never got the memo that young scientists weren't people.
... and I hope that motherfucker gets lost in the post forever.
We've built a train that still, often, runs on time. Its just we grease its tracks with the dreams of people who will never get to ride it.
We've built a train that still, often, runs on time. Its just we grease its tracks with the dreams of people who will never get to ride it.
Well look who was having the grumbles last night.
