Too much washing. Too much pressing, pulling, pushing. Calluses
everywhere. My fingertips are blackened and stained with charcoal and
ink. There is a weird feeling of pleasure of it, I feel like I’ve been
working, and working feels good. But I really can’t feel my fingertips,
the skin’s so rough and dry and the calluses are so hard they press
into the softer flesh.
I could use a break, a couple days, but I know I have to press on if I
want to feel accomplished by the end of this first semester—it seems
ridiculous that we must have work done when really Thesis spans the entire year.
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