Last night as I was grading exams, I came across this wonderful illustration:
Look at it. It’s me. I’m all there. The carefully unkempt hair, the sour pucker of disdain, the trapezoidal eyeglasses, and the eyes closed in contemplation of my life’s squandered possibilities. It was less like an essay explaining the effects of the Neolithic revolution and more like a mirror into the recesses of my own soul.
What does the dark, shadowy figure to the left of me represent? Some sort of dark doppelgänger? Is his scribbly presence an omen of impending death? His vague, half-formed lurking distresses me. I wish he would depart and leave me in peace.
This blog entry has darkened my spirits. I will end it now, before the gloom fully enshrouds me. I love you all very, very much.