I gave in and sold my Reading weekend ticket. While I’d normally be down for going to a music festival alone, I’m exhausted from my dissertation (which isn’t finished yet) and the thought of pushing through people and mud for three days is just not as appealing as it usually is.
“‘What I feel is myself gathering my resources for the right foot, finally. That magic feeling’s back. I’m not lining up the vectors for the wastebasket or anything. I’m not even thinking. I’m trusting the feeling. It’s like that celluloid moment when Luke removes his high-tech targeting helmet.’”—David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via talesofpassingtime)