drunken, spun dreams of a tall. towering stranger that told me all wonderful strange and unbelievable things. i woke with a start. it was dark out still. and i couldn’t help but wonder, who was the stranger? was it me?
if it was me,
who was i?
I'm still working on Hannah Arendt's The Origins of Totalitarianism . It's dense and a great read and I'd also very much li...