Die fröhliche Wissenschaft à Paris
How can death claim me as its own?
As I sit here, full of youth and spiritual fire and the ideas of this book on the table before me, a book that I would have written if only I could, energized by caffeine and the sheer joy of the roads without end extending from where I sit into the world to come, it is impossible.
How mundane, to die. How banal. How …