You’re Loitering, Citizen.” “actually, I Was Hesitating.

You Must Dismantle Your Sources, Lest You Do Nothing But Ape The Prejudices Of Others

The Lesson Of History Is That No One Learns.

Fear Bespeaks Of Wisdom. Recognition Of Responsibility.

A Story Invites Both Writer And Reader Into A Kind Of Superficial Ease: We Want To Slide Along, Pleasingly Entertained, Lost In The Fictional Dream.

More Than One Philosopher Has Claimed That We Ever Remain Children, Far Beneath The Indurated Layers That Make Up The Armour Of Adulthood. Armour Encumbers, Restricts The Body And Soul Within It. But It Also Protects. Blows Are Blunted. Feelings Lose Their Edge, Leaving Us To Suffer Naught But A Plague Of Bruises, And, After A Time, Bruises Fade.