18 months later, I am once again listening to Hozier and writing a philosophy paper for the first professor who ever gave me a C.
I’ve learned enough about writing philosophy papers in the intervening time to understand why I got a C. I might even have learned enough to do a little better.
There is just enough space between now and the deadline to for me to slip through the rapidly closing gap without losing any of the buttons off my coat. Hopefully. 🤞
Oh, and Hozier’s music hasn’t changed. He’s still singing about death and decay and bugs and dirt and sleep and bones and cherry wine and trees and sex in the woods, so that’s something.
Must get back to paper-writing.