It's 4 am, and I'm staring at the bright rectangle of artificial light on the wall. Thousands of tiny points are exploding in my brain. I'm contemplating the wasted energy and heat it takes for my brain to fall into the abyss of self-doubt. Why did I fail my job interview? Will my headache go away if I take an aspirin? Why does the gift of happiness come packaged in stress?
The bane of the theoretical
The bane of the theoretical
The bane of the theoretical
It's 4 am, and I'm staring at the bright rectangle of artificial light on the wall. Thousands of tiny points are exploding in my brain. I'm contemplating the wasted energy and heat it takes for my brain to fall into the abyss of self-doubt. Why did I fail my job interview? Will my headache go away if I take an aspirin? Why does the gift of happiness come packaged in stress?