Letter From Prague

I’m in an abandoned building full of anarchist squatters, talking philosophy with Serotonin and Siv. Actually, Siv is doing most of the talking. He’s an English philosophy student, and we met him wandering in the cold Prague night, looking for a place to sleep. Serotonin and I were catching a night tram over to the … Continue reading Letter From Prague

I’m in an abandoned building full of anarchist squatters, talking philosophy with Serotonin and Siv. Actually, Siv is doing most of the talking. He’s an English philosophy student, and we met him wandering in the cold Prague night, looking for a place to sleep. Serotonin and I were catching a night tram over to the squat when bright-eyed Siv stepped from the shadows carrying a bedroll. Siv is 23, from Portsmouth, and he’s giving me his Hegelian explanation for why he came to demonstrate against. . . Read more
Erik German