Sartre, the brooding existentialist with a cigarette and a shrug, was always ready to poke holes in our comfortable categories. And how right he was, in a shadowy, 8th house sort of way. “I am not fond of the word…
Sartre, the brooding existentialist with a cigarette and a shrug, was always ready to poke holes in our comfortable categories. And how right he was, in a shadowy, 8th house sort of way. “I am not fond of the word…