i feel this strange pull toward wittgenstein, an increasing curiosity, largely inspired by the inability to find the book of his that i bought in portland earlier this year.
i need to read wittgenstein. i know nothing about wittgenstein, only that i must read him. i must read him, i must. i know that he tweeted. i know that he has only one full book. i know that he is quoted on the wikipedia article for occam's razor.
i have so many books to read. so many blog posts to write. but i need to know this man. i need to know what he thought.
i need to know why i can't stop thinking about him.
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