[ K N O W I N G ]
[ WEDNESDAY, 3:18 PM ]

When I met M. Foucault, he was old and frail and completely bald which didn't matter to me because he was dead and meeting dead people is not nearly as bad as meeting some living folks I know. I already knew a lot of dead people with whom I spent most of my evenings because my previous life was one long soiree during which most of the V.I.P's slipped into their shrouds before the night was over.