Rachel writes: An Implacable Force Brooding over an Inscrutable Intention

. . . is how I feel these days (with apologies to Joseph Conrad) about certain tasks undone, like cleaning the bathroom, which likely won’t be done for some weeks to come. In the throes of final-paper researching, writing, and wandering the labyrinthine tunnels of Widener. And in the midst of this glorious process one still must keep up with weekly course projects–times like these make me understand the concept of a task expanding or contracting, like a gas, to fill the volume of the span of time available in which to complete it. Quotidian tasks, however, get the short shrift; they seem to dissipate or stagnate. I daydream occasionally now about sorting through the mail that’s accumulated or maybe cleaning the kitchen floor.

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