For the last few years, I have been held captive in the beautiful, exhausting, and occasionally soul-crushing vortex that is PhD research #stockholmsyndrome. I love the past. I love archaeology. Mostly, I love the way that human stories echo across echelons of time. When you stay in academia long enough, you develop a hyper-specific type of cognitive dissonance. On one hand, you spend years of your life training your brain to dissect the past through intensive analysis of wri