@sophiaemeloni

I am taking in all the glitz and glamor of the ivory tower and experiencing the particular masochism of taking a film seminar. Professors that diverge from the canon and then queer the capital “I” Intellectual tradition of diverging and then issue a statement that confronts the expectation of academic conventions within the context of divergence and then interrogate the constant need to expatiate on said divergence and then verbally footnote their own initial sentiment with a dozen iterations of the same sentiment in different synonyms and varied syntax until the lecture collapses on itself into one triumphant cumulative heap of academic shrapnel, fractured theory and reimagined iterations of the word “juxtaposition”. I hold steadfast to the belief that this semester could have been an email. I am looking for a respite from critical thought. I am looking for a sojourn from nuance. I am looking to experience fat brush stroked, blissfully inarticulate, monosyllabic emotions. I am still searching. I get an unrewarding A on the paper. It’s a masterpiece of mimicry but it’s dribble. The emperor has a thesaurus and a wicked wit but she’s got no clothes.