Between her and what she should feel, there was a gap. She cared about nothing. She wanted to care, but she no longer knew how; it had slipped from her memory, the ability to care.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

But there’s no room at all for free spirits in modern academia, with its speech codes and humorless moralizing. So she makes two lives for herself, or three for all we know, or four, and in the end there’s no satisfaction in being multiple Solange St. Croixs instead of one.

Dean Koontz, Ashley Bell

Maybe this (leaving academia for a chance at something else) is just a story I want to tell myself about who I am and who I could be. But I guess at the end of the day I’d rather tell my own story and let it fail than follow the plot of someone else’s.