The Raft of Sixty-Six Sticks
I reveled in form: drove at 4 am to Safeway for one carrot, bought grapes instead. The cashier asked how I was, as if we were parrots. I hid in my dorm, calculating another Feynman diagram because I could, doing what I mastered because I mastered it. But grad students were supposed to discover, not rehash, so I sunk as… Read more →