In less depressing academic news: this is what a mini dissertation breakthrough looks like.
All that was needed was an obscure Edward Said reference and some terrible spotify playlists.
This weekend: reading group with friends and Memento, a literary festival in Kortrijk.
Next weekend: Passa Porta Festival in Brussels.
I'll be humming Simone's Feelin' Good for the next 10 days, I think.
Thank you to those literary culture workers battling budget cuts to organize these wonderful events.
Scary report on the scale of 'forever chemicals' in Europe.
Flanders lights up like a toxic pointillist painting.
Sometimes, secretly, I escape from the stress of my PhD into my covert historian's existence.
Parallel to my research on heritage development, I have continued some work on my thesis: The Belgian Occupation of the Rhine.
Oddly, I have published with more ease and been invited personally to more talks for this project than for my PhD. I believe it has to do with a total lack of pressure - it's just for fun. I sometimes wonder what my PhD would be like if it felt the same. #history #PhD
When - after weeks of "wroeten" (literally rooting, here you can translate as struggling) - I finally get into the flow of writing, it can really feel like a high.
Thanks to the beautiful writing retreat organized by colleagues - escaping into the weekend to avoid all TA duties.