I am working on essays for grants and graduate school applications. The questions are seemingly simple: tell us about yourself and your motivations for pursuing advanced study.
In my desperation for eloquence, I do little things that can only be classified under superstition: I drink hot theobroma cacao hoping to supernaturally stimulate my creative capacity. After a long day, I stand on my head in my room imagining amrita (nectar of immortality) flowing back into my corpus, revitalizing concentration and relieving achy muscles.
It's silly, I know. But that's what I did today.
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