We will first walk through the field, go through the bridge and enter finally the forest. you will have some boots, I will have some too. and we will mile at each other. then you will see on your make go and we will start running like wild animal, the bird will start flying off - the foxes will get hiding, the insects will watch us passing. We will feel reinvigorated. How lucky are we to be running in the forest.
A while ago, I had dinner with this lovely young eastern European woman. It was our first encounter. She has been living in the UK for only two weeks. she had already a job and an accommodation. We started talking about our academic achievement. She mentioned that she had a master in digital literature. I suggested that she could possibly do her Ph.D at the University of Reading. She shrugged and said 'I have been working as a research administrator in a university for two years. I was the one who convinced students not to do their Ph.D. Ph.D students slave themselves away for three years of their life. They carry out valuable research, write papers and go to conference, yet they are underpaid and they will probably not get a job at the end of it. Academia is an industry where Ph.D are a herd being truthfully exploited.' It was partially true. I started my Ph.D to escape the dogma of some other mainstream form of exploitation I wanted to be my own project. Academ...