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

soon.