Sounds simple enough, but there are so many different ways this can be written.
I feel myself drawn to Virginia Woolf's 'Death of the Moth' once again. I really like her imagery of the moth, fluttering between the window panes, while a pencil follows it in its escape. The stained glass likeness of the moth's trek mirrors the reader's interaction with a text.
There is a sort of disgruntled cloud that sits above my head as I ponder how I am going to write an adequate essay about writing. Shouldn't seem so daunting, but in a maximum of 750 words, I am going to have to do some editting, or not delve to deep into the ocean of metaphor.
Word of the Day: Classes
Quote of the Day: "Every year they put me in charge of lining up the teachers for Convocation. They are university professors, but they can't put themself in a line. They come up to me as ask me who they are supposed to stand behind, and I tell them, behind the person in front of you on the list. And then a lightbulb goes off above their heads. At least, unless they are from the philosophy department. Then they'd rather argue about the concept of the line itself." Dr Payton (history)