Something to chew on
Sprinklings of things that expand my little mind
Something to chew on
Sprinklings of things that expand my little mind
Substack - the death of the public intellectual. IDEAS ARE NO LONGER FOR DISCUSSION, THEY’RE FOR CONSUMPTION




Girls always seem to be straining and crying for some invisible thing they recognize and want but that seems completely obscure to him. They seem to want to have something to want, as though wanting was an end in itself.
as though wanting were an end in itself
It is not a sign, but to have asked for one is enough.