I'm supposed to be working on my art history paper. Alas, writer's block has struck me. I stared at the painting for 1 hour at the museum, but I can write nothing. It's sort of a still-life painting. The painting can be reduced to nothing but a void; A syntagmatic collection of nouns, devoid of any narration. It gains its own autonomy, having derived of meaning for itself as opposed to paradigmatic, at the expense of my time? It's due on Thursday, and I have barely begun on my draft. I have procastinated since last Tuesday.
Do I make sense? Maybe not to you. Maybe I don't even make sense. How do you abstract still life into an essay?
I'll be travelling 2 hours to this downtown shopping district tomorrow, where will I ever find the time to complete my paper? Gosh, I realize I'm extremely successful at procrastinating. One of the milestone virtues of the undergraduate student.
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