It’s that time of year.
Along with falling leaves and spiced cider, I find myself thinking often about these words from the German idealist Arthur Schopenhauer:
“The life of the individual is at bottom only borrowed from that of the species.”
Feminist Fiction Writer and Designer of the Accessible MFA
It’s that time of year.
Along with falling leaves and spiced cider, I find myself thinking often about these words from the German idealist Arthur Schopenhauer:
“The life of the individual is at bottom only borrowed from that of the species.”
