“I only want to live in peace and plant potatoes and dream!”
– Moomintroll, from the Tove Jansson comics
Sometimes I dream of a rotund life. A potato life. Warm, comfortably asleep under dark blankets of earth, it seems a good existence. I’d like to be a lumpy, happy sort of person, round and confident of the direction I’m going, sending out little feelers ahead of me in all directions, ever upward, ever confident of the nearness of sunlight.
But graduate school doesn’t always seem to line up with potato dreams. Continue reading Potatoes
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