today is the day of the week i mostly stare at the monitor, so i just be having a think. I wrote earlier about how Chekov is the best. So I’ve been rereading some of his stories and YEA this shit still fucks. Writing that is as hard hitting emotionally as falling into the depths of the ocean and reconstructing common narratives that are as light as gossamer. This man does no wrong, he leads you down the path with ease. Yet Tolstoy gets all the credit. Fuck Tolstoy, Anna Karenina was a bitch and for what? A theme on illusion, happiness is fleeting yes but damn almost 1000 pages just to speak on the banality of man.
My issue being that academia still adheres to the Russian purview of quantity over quality. I’d take a brick of gold over a horde of pig iron any day of the week. And that’s on god bby girl, mic drop, thanks for coming to my ted talk