I need to stop being so vain. The later I get my English books out the better. Ideally, I would get them out after death. The second best option is in ten years, and not “now”—as I want—in a year or two. Realistically. I must prove that I have not been so patient for nothing, and I must work on the manuscripts as long as I can, instead of shortcutting and calling it a day. I should resist this culture demanding you to produce fruits before you can get your leaves unfolded.
Recently, I began a series of note titled Anthro Notes on my “prose” Tumblr. I’ve been wondering if this blog is not a better place for them, and this is the first installment. They are more personal than professional, intimate rather than written for a collective, but it’s been a joy to compose them.
The rest is here: https://weirdmirrors.tumblr.com/tagged/anthro-notes