I went to write a post, but nothing that I typed out would appease the perfectionist standards whispering cruelties in my ear. So here is a short string of words to keep my humble corner of the blogdom alive.

I hold a deep, fundamental connection to the truth of things. I think it fuels my descent into self-analysis. It's why I could never enter Nozick's experience machine. I really want to be a philosopher, and it's laughable. I wish one could think for a living and still pay the bills.