Wrote a long blog post; didn’t like it. Here’s the short version:
I have called time on my PhD study to escape from the never-ending current of precarity and exploitation [which I was never subjected to but could see coming], finally falling into step with the most natural course my life could possible take: writing.
You think you’re going in the right direction until suddenly you’re not. Then you go through a door you’d already passed and realise it was right all along.