Space Station Cézanne

It's painful to realize the absence of a natural talent to write concisely. It's also rather pathetic that neither 11 years of school nor 1 + 4 years of college could fix that. My Space Station Cézanne which I've been building for the whole day today took off, orbited the Moon once or twice, tripped, fell into the Pacific Ocean and got eaten by a shark. I'm not sure if it counts but I can come up with many excuses: 1) one day is not enough to write a paper from scratch; 2) phenomenology of Merleau-Ponty + antics of Cézanne is a pie I tried to bite too much of; 3) I smoked too much; 4) I ate too much (nope); 5) I slept too little; 6) I'm lazy; 7) Nietzsche fucked me up. All but 4 and 5 seem valid and 6 is an über-excuse implying one can but does not want to. I'll try harder next time. I enjoyed it, really. And I've learned disproportionately more than it shows.