Just quite recently, I have developed a daily exercise which I would like to refer to as ‘The Study Game’. I allocate Almost three to four hours of my day for this stimulating mental exercise. The Study Game entails that I sit behind my desk and play pretend. I pretend that I am still studying in the university and with the help of the syllabi I have collected from each course I have taken, I am retracing my steps since day one in the graduate school.
When I read and study the texts required for one particular week in that particular course, I read and study them seriously as if I am, again, Almost preparing for an examination or a class presentation. Basically, what I am doing is retaking the courses I took in grad school for the second time around on my own and on my own time. The graduate school has provided me the theoretical concepts and methodological tools that enables me to study and work independently.
You can take the student out of the classroom, but you cannot take the classroom out of the student. This is particularly true in my own personal case, because even though I have already graduated from the graduate school I have attended, I do still maintain a study habit. Even though I am no longer in the university, I am still under its Clutch. I think I can call myself as a ‘frustrated academic’.
For a couple of days now, I have been spending most of my leisure times sitting behind my desk and going through the journal articles and books, both in print and otherwise, that I have studied while I was in the university. One might say that what I am doing is rearranging all these disorganized texts by putting them into certain places in a particular order, so that I could navigate them more efficiently. While there is a ring of truth to that, that is not all what I actually do.
When the photograph above was taken, the window – whether used as a frame or as an object itself – did not play a central role until this week’s photo challenge on the daily post. As the tree outside clearly suggests, this has been taken last winter this year. Obviously, what this particular picture initially tries to show is my desk and the view familiar view outside when I am sitting behind my desk. When one looks at this picture, one does see the desk and the view outside the window, namely, the tree. Although being at the centre of the photograph that divides the desk and the tree, the inside and the outside, the window seems to deflect our attention. When we look outside, we see the view, but never the window, when, obviously enough, we cannot see the view without the window. Until today when The Daily Post has invited us to change our perspectives and the way we look at the photograph we have taken in the past.
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The word hideout has indeed made me thinking. I could not provide a readymade and quick response. What first comes into mind when I have encountered the word hideout? What are the feelings it provokes? Do I have a hideout? If so, where is it? How do I go there? What do I do in the hide? Is it a physical place? Say in the city? Outside the city? A park? A church? Library perhaps? Or is it more a transcendental space not bounded by the physical place? Say the hideout is a place where you are with your friends? Or a space where you write like I do now?