dreamt of a girl helped to run away by an older girl. she was given pockets full of coins and guided to a place to live. with her new freedom, the first thing she did was wander back to her old home and cried in her empty old bedroom.
of course i’ve read plenty of serviceable pieces but i can’t help but feel that essays or monographs or whatever are suited far better for serious thought
“…one cannot be practically rational apart from membership in some particular polis. that one’s rationality should not be merely supported by but partially constituted by one’s membership in and integration into a social institution of some one particular type…”