Academics. Ehh.

My professors tell me I need to ease the reader more.  I need to give a better introduction.  But I don’t want to do that.  I want to jump in without sunscreen and two minutes after eating.  I want to cross the road without looking.  I just want to go.  And to map out in writing the journey I’ll be taking?  To commit to a destination?  To an idea?  Don’t these men know I haven’t lived in the same place for more than two years over the past six? What makes them think I have a plan?  Psssh.  Plans are for planners.  And besides, I want you to decide for yourself. To go, to not go, to take a turn as you please.  We can meet later to discuss.  I don’t want you to think what I think.  How boring.  Make up your own mind.  But I’d like to influence it.

Ambiguity is a treasure.  My treasure.