something clicked last week and i’m done.
i’m done, but the thesis isn’t. yet.
the change is imperceptible, largely mental, and completely crucial. before the thesis was something i was terribly invested in, it was close to me, it was right here; felt.
today? it’s a million miles away, its on the other side of the ocean. i’ve divested of all but The Work left to finish it up to a point where it Doesn’t Suck Enough such that I can live with it.
mark the meaningless milestone
i wash my hands of this thing