I've got a thesis to write; a topic of my choice no less. "The Military and the Media: The Public Memory of Wartime" it stands titled on my desktop littered with notes and bits of research that are in desperate need of compilation and consolidation. Books piled nose high
(more) on my desk of first hand accounts of both journalists and soldiers alike, their experiences laid bare for me to peruse.
I want to feel as they feel, to see their experience through their eyes though I can scarce understand it. It's a bizarre, twisted, violent world to dive in to. Rife with drama, excitement, horror, tragedy these modern tales of conflicts in foreign lands.
Yet when I get home from a long day cooped up in the office and I sling my bag across the back of our poor little kitchen chair missing a leg, I slump down on the couch and flip through the channels like a drone. Sometimes I mix it up and turn the Xbox on for brief moments of the antithesis of my work. I'm just too damn tired to get embroiled in these heavy topics.
I wonder how my colleagues are progressing on their own theses, and hope I'm not too far behind. (less)
