philosophy

Children; they envision me as a breathing, living dinosaur. Yet I am nonexistent. I exist as a representation of their own projections on to a stuffed doll. I see now what men are after: entities that only exist to them and no one else.

From the Waterloo, Ontario restaurant "Nick and Nat's Uptown 21"

To be fair, majoring in philosophy and drugs do kind of go hand-in-hand.