Kurt Fawver

“Ben sat on his bed, reading Kierkegaard’s Philosophical Fragments. Unlike many of the people he’d met in his classes, his interest in philosophy wasn’t pure posturing. He didn’t read Nietzsche so he could justify his youthful angst and he didn’t memorize lines of Sartre so that he could wax intellectual with the arty kids who smoked clove cigarettes in the dorm lounge. Rather, he loved philosophy because it fashioned a slim doorway to abstraction. It granted him moments of reprieve from the solid, too-sharply defined world, moments in which he could wade in contemplative formlessness. Ideas didn’t require substance or volume; they merely required someone to believe. Ben found solace in this controlled ephemerality.”
― Kurt Fawver, Forever, in Pieces