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?
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Sounds like you and I need to head out and grab a beer. Let's figure out how to do that . . .
I am sure you and I would have great conversations -- perhaps in a parallel universe we do!
Well, perhaps we do, but we could work out a way in which to have great conversations in this universe, too, if you'd like.
You are so very lovely!
Really - such a beautiful person, you are.
That is just saying too much, truly, but thank you for saying so. It's a very nice thing to hear.
Man. School sounds depressing.
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