“I slam the heavy boxes onto the tile floor with a sound that echoes across the ward. ‘I am never dealing with you ever again,’ I say, my voice cutting through the clinical hum. Moments later, I step into the rain—bare, exposed, and finally free.”
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My Dinner with Diogenes
Most people choose Socrates, Plato, or Marcus Aurelius for their imaginary dinner date. I chose Diogenes — the barefoot Cynic who lived in a barrel and mocked the world’s pretensions. This piece explores why he’s the only philosopher I’d sit across from, and why, in the end, the Bronx Philosopher prefers to dine alone.
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