Ian JohnsonThe Heights of SubjectivityOne particular evening, a misanthropic and depraved hermit found himself writing by candlelight. His home was situated near the outskirts…May 19, 2021May 19, 2021
Ian JohnsonA Disorganized MindWarren opened his eyes. Crusty build-up had accumulated on his eyelids. When Warren’s eyes snapped open, it felt as though his eyelids had…May 5, 2021May 5, 2021
Ian JohnsonA ConfessionI am ashamed to confess that, for the majority of my life, my only true aim and endeavor in existing was the acquisition of great wealth…Apr 27, 2021Apr 27, 2021
Ian JohnsonAn Instance of Undistinguished BehaviorI served as a soldier in my younger days. I can recall that one of my war buddies, a rifleman who went by Oliver, and I once decided to…Apr 23, 2021Apr 23, 2021
Ian JohnsonFaith and ReasonDuring a particularly serene autumn afternoon, two lovers leisurely strolled down a winding path as autumn leaves descended gently from…Apr 19, 2021Apr 19, 2021
Ian JohnsonA Conversation About Free WillAtticus Romulus Cicero was a poorly organized and underwhelmingly motivated undergraduate classical languages student at a university of…Apr 18, 2021Apr 18, 2021
Ian JohnsonThe Elderly PainterAtop a skyscraper situated in the center of a bustling metropolis, an elderly man skillfully ran a paintbrush over, along, and across a…Apr 17, 2021Apr 17, 2021
Ian JohnsonThe Lonely PhilosopherFrederick’s mind spiraled violently. As he sat in his study, perched over his desk, the elderly philosopher’s fingers danced to and fro in…Apr 17, 2021Apr 17, 2021
