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Into the second year of grad school and my mind seems to think we're already finished. "Hell no I won't read," it says. "Let's go back to the Middle East!" My brain liked it in the desert because humidity is a good excuse to be lazy.

So the world seems a little bit absurd at the moment. I can't take it seriously: everything seems like a dream version of everything since I returned. By which I mean that course outlines and tutorials and a piece of paper proposing that I will eventually write something nice and spicy - well, none of this shit feels real to me. It's not immediate. Watching the sun bellow and blister as it's dragged beneath the horizon seems more immediate. Galactic warfare seems more immediate.

I imagine that seriousness will return eventually, like a dog that you never really liked. You drove it out into the sand dunes and left it there, figuring it could eat cacti and drink iguana pee. On the way home you remembered that movie Homeward Bound and thought, "I hope Seriousness isn't like those asshole pets from Homeward Bound. He better not come back somehow." But you're sure he won't, because he's pretty stupid (which is why you didn't like him in the first place). And Disney movies tend to portray animals with inordinately high I.Q.s, spawning a generation of disappointed kids crying because their clownfish won't quip. And then you pull into the driveway and there he is, Seriousness, sitting on the front steps with his tongue out and a big pile of poo on the mat. Not only is he smarter than you, but he's fast as fuck too.

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