The landscape of the most valued literature in academia is often broad, dense and dry.
I define myself first and foremost as a writer.
I (the writer) value the intangibles that make a written piece resonate.
I (the writer) desire to make writing beautiful.
I (the writer) craft every sentence so it is distinguished... so its rhythm, its allusions, the subtle structural & figurative elements are in place to transform a flat & informative essay into a lovely dance across a literary plane.
The author does not speak in academic essays. Nor should they. Indeed, the author is invisible. The essays of academics do not invoke feeling. Nor should they.
The absence of (I) the writer is acceptable and preferred.
I (the writer) am not only unheard or insignificant... I am dead.
Can I (the writer) live with that?