Manifest
I needed to examine some specific ideas, and today, I met a philosopher.
Yesterday, a lovely surprise arrived in the form of a gift of precious tea.
Yesterday, the girl next to me on the bus was reading Sartre, and we had a little laugh because I was reading Simone de Beauvoir.
Today, I wished words didn't have to exist so that I wouldn't feel so inadequate.
Posted by sniffles at October 25, 2002 11:43 PM