Walking On Someone Else's Pavement In Your Own Boots
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I visited my former campus again. I asked the question: what would bring me back here again? No matter the curses I slump upon philosophers and their ilk, I cannot escape the reality that much of those criticisms apply to my field as well. Sure, their methodology is better, but, at the end of the day, it is littered with the same bullshit. Bullshit with numbers is still bullshit. Holding even that constant, I would be held back by the sense that nothing I would do would be good enough. The great deeds I would require would require more than I have.
What would bring me back? Sadly, a second bachelor appeals far more than a masters, even though, on paper, it would be a complete waste of time and money. The stamp of power and influence lays on the graduate, unhindered by diminuatives. I want to produce Art better, but, ultimately, merely living my life may serve as a faster, cheaper, and more effective route to the same goal. Asian studies draws me in as well, some chinese or korean language, perhaps some instrumentation as well, but when I can hardly bring myself to practice a western instrument, I cannot imagine practicing one that isn't.
After May, it will come into focus. Even if the picture looks exactly the same. Call it a hardware calibration, if you will.
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