I finished my thesis today.
This is not to imply, in any way whatsoever, that the stupid thing is done. But it's done enough that my poor, dear, immensely patient thesis director can wade through the pages and pages of words and footnotes and interpretive dance and tell me what it is that I've said.
Because at this point, I'm not certain that I can remember.
What's interesting about this, besides the point that I may actually really get my damn Master's, is that I've been studying Arendt for ten years.
This question of the world in common has been my question for the past decade. For ten years I've been worrying this question of the social. And again, this is not to imply that I'm done with this worry.
I like moments like these. I liked when Harry Potter came to a close and I got to look at the loop my life had made from the first time I read the books to the close of the last one. I like to look back and see where I've changed and where I have stayed resolutely the same.
And yet, so much more work still to do . . .