20 Kasım 2017, Pazartesi
saat: 02:52
19 November. Self-pity, because it is cold, because of everything.
— Franz Kafka, Diaries
Isn't it kind of stunning that the year is mostly over? 2016 dragged on so much that it felt like it'd never end. But 2017 has been such a roller coaster ride that it's never slowed down for me to realize (and come to terms with) the passage of time.
J. is reviewing the diversity statements from applicants for 2 tenure-track positions opened in her department right next to me as I grade early submissions while getting distracted by news from Germany, Kenya and Zimbabwe. I know these two tasks seem very different from one another but actually they have one very important thing in common: The absolute self-absorbedness & lack of perspective of some humans. Especially when it is people who posit themselves as empathetic/compassionate. Quite the strike. So I’m left here wondering how there’s violence boiled into everything and how most people simply don't see it.
