It’s all so quiet in the philosopher’s garden these days. The world out there seems to have shrunk to limits imposed on us beyond our will. We rely on colour codes that qualify our movements, our contacts, our habits, …
Essay#2 uses the platform created by Essay#1. It delivers a kind of speech that that does not refer to a promise not kept and does not reveal some kind of hidden truth. Rather it strikes a melancholy note on the state we’re in.