The thing about breaks is that they are the epitome of entropy:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Breaks encourage cessation.

As a teacher, I experience this every single Christmas break and summer vacation. “As soon as I rest for a short while, I’ll accomplish so much.” It never happens, for breaks — in my experience — encourage mere anarchy to be loosed upon my world. At least for a brief moment.

With a blog, it’s the same. For two weeks, I’ve done virtually nothing here, and the break has been almost unnoticeable: with the end of the semester, I’ve been so busy that grading and more grading has filled any break I might have convinced myself I was taking.

Through the break, though, there have been pictures:

Quotes from Yeats’ “The Second Coming”