Here we are. Spending Tuesday afternoons talking about structuralism, how everything means nothing, and how we only ever become ourselves because we agree to. Spending Tuesday evenings waiting for Wednesday evenings, for talk about phenomenology, that everything becomes on its own, and how everything contains an essence regardless of whether we perceive it or not. Spending Thursdays through Mondays wondering where my mind is going, and beginning to feel a little unsure about what I'm sure about.
Sure. Sure you're sure?
