drug-age

A web of neurons. [This is part 1 of a 6-8 part series. I’ll link the other parts here as they’re posted.] We sit in oversized green chairs in the nook at the north end of the first floor of the philosophy building. I have math classes and girls on my mind, and as usual, the conversation hovers just above the upper border of my head. This is Philosophy Club, and J has just declared himself a miriological nihilist.