Sometime between my paper on sewers and prostitutes in 19th century Paris and my paper on Agamben’s lacuna, the leaves changed. And they’re gorgeous. I spend most of my life in Battelle, the building pictured at top; the remaining pictures are (predictably) also scenes from campus.
(The trees are beautiful, but this is what life actually looks like right now. Note the four inch stack of articles and the attempt to juggle multiple projects simultaneously.)
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At least when you can look up and breathe, it’s pretty! Thanks for sharing.