creativity metaphysics on Doughty Street

London is such a compost pile of history that it is not particularly impressive to say a thing like I used to be neighbors with Charles Dickens, because who isn’t somebody’s neighbor in London, and who isn’t somebody’s neighbor anywhere, anyway? But when I lived a few blocks from that little house-museum, I lived anContinue reading “creativity metaphysics on Doughty Street”

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