staring at the ground
just thinking to myself
i wanna talk to you but
you're looking at someone else
my head is full of smoke
it's getting hard to see
you're so far away
you're so out of reach
i really have been feeling the “catch me” portion. like there’s this really robust net and there’s all sorts of people i can rely on and go to. i never have to feel alone
It would not be surprising if the discipline of “philosophy” depended for its continuing vitality on the tension between its different poles - between interest in the structure of the natural world, interest in forms of argumentation, and interest in “what would be for the best”.