N is sick (not because of my cooking but because it’s suddenly become really cold) and went to bed early. So I will celebrate the arrival of Christmas alone, watching Gone Girl for only the third time, eating orange cake, and planning my new article. It’s going to be on a completely new subject – no nation-state, no liquid capital, no gender, no class struggle! Which means it will totally bomb because that’s how it always goes when I switch theoretical frameworks. My first article on crisis literature was never accepted by anybody.
I like Christmas.

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