i love and hate academics. they obsess over their studies, their papers, their findings. sometimes they forget that there is life outside of their field. their broad, green, barren fields which lead to no one and nowhere--they cherish these patches of land as ordinaries plant their feet temporarily or never in their grasses. the academics try to live off the fruit of their studies, but they're denying themselves life. they take themselves too seriously, they think they'll change the world.

they're cute. they're ignorant. they're passionless about anything but their precious farms. they'll die on those farms, their bodies and papers fertilizing the soil, providing their slice of earth nutrients even in the afterlife.

or maybe i'm just jealous. maybe i just wish i cared about something they way they do.