Feel extremely behind time with the thesis. Makes me sweat just thinking about it.

I love my topic; I have all of about two drops of belief in myself... full steam ahead and life doesn't matter anymore, including you.

At the final stage you tell me that this wondrous and multicoloured universe can be reduced to the atom and that the atom itself can be reduced to the electron. All this is good and I wait for you to continue. But you tell me of an invisible planetary system in which electrons gravitate around a nucleus. You explain this world to me with an image. I realise then that you have been reduced to poetry: I shall never know. Have I the time to become indignant? You have changed theories. So that science that was to teach me everything ends up in a hypothesis, that lucidity founders in metaphor, that uncertainty is resolved in a work of art.

Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus.

Okay... back to my work of art in progress.