I’m a lead marshal in today’s graduation ceremony and I’m sitting at the gym, waiting for the students to don their regalia.
A student sitting next to me got his regalia a while ago and looks bored. He takes a book out of the recesses of his huge pants and begins to read it.
I lean in to sneak a look at what interests him enough to be read during graduation. He is reading Foucault.
If we produce at least one person per year who reads philosophy for fun, that’s already a lot.
Clarissa's Blog 