It was almost exactly around this time yesterday when it came to my mind—though it was definitely sunnier then—I once again found myself facing the mundane. Of all the possible paths, I caught myself taking what other people would call modern slavery, especially in this country. This thought, as pessimistic as it sounded, was actually an optimistic and romantic approach, or so I’d like to believe.
The mundanity and the sense of ‘normality’ that it brings, is what I believe to be essential in my story as a unique human being. My slow-burning road to academia and Philosophy—the struggle against the mundane towards my dream.