It’s a weird thing–this business of crafting research. You read loads of stuff — anything remotely connected to your research interest — each author with a different take. And it isn’t just leisurely reading you do — it’s active eyebrow-knitted reading, your thumbs typing desperate notes into your palm. Then after all the reading, when you’ve forgotten half of it, you have to revisit the accumulated notes scattered all over your desk and computer desktop. Then begins the tedious, painstaking task of piecing ideas together, reconfiguring them, hoping they would fit, and better still, grow–and yes, bear fruit, hopefully, some unexpected, strange fruit. The stranger, the sweeter!
But sometimes you just end up with some weird bonsai, with a fat, twisted trunk that can be described as either monstrous or at best, mutated. It isn’t the beauty, the poetry, the masterpiece you dreamt of. But it’s there, standing! But why, gazing finally at your creation, all you can do is exhale?