[jeanchen]

Flashback to the time that I bumped into my friend coming out of the research library in the afternoon. He was ABD at the time. He made an attempt to say hi but was incoherent. I played it off like a regular conversation, because I knew he'd been writing all day.

[swayvil]

Consider that the bricks of our culture are these "concentration fruits". Every philosophy, invention, quest and story. Deranged.

The ones who are too sane to obsess never leave a mark.