Seriously, it’s time for wee Marty to go home now.
English literature is amazing (go read The Exploded View, by Ivan Vladislavic’) but truly, a 3 hour examination is not the adequate way to express all we have learnt and understood. What do ya know, academia fails, yet again.
On the upside, I’ve been night-driving, have discovered that the interior of my car is pretty much a black hole at night, and I nearly gauged my indicator light the other day. The bonding session with the electric gate got a little too intimate too fast. Oh well, this is why I like white cars: when you scratch them, you can just use tippex to cover up 😀
Time to ponder the aesthetics of landscape in relation to the unheimlichheid of the white South African male.