
Artist: SOKOLOVA NADEZHDA
Over the summer, I lost my Mojo. To start with, I wasn't sure if I had left it at the submissions desk of the Fal Building, or down the pub on results day. As my research imput has tumbled to zero, I went to seek quiet counsel with a dear friend. I then found the Mojo, which had been buried under a mountain of Student Finance paperwork and had become wedged down the 'Sofa of Eternal Boredom.' How far can one stretch a metaphor? Until it squeaks, it appears.
Picture is unrelated - I am just trying to catch a Zen moment. The artist's link is HERE
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Date: 2015-08-15 03:02 pm (UTC)From: