Becoming Philosopher Queen

An Archetype for the Apocalypse

If I could decide who I'd become at the age of 94, I want to be the hip granny that people come to for advice on how to live. I want to sit in my Kiez's (hood’s) green agora, reading one of the then cutting-edge philosophers, while people stop by to chat about their lives. We don't talk about me. We talk about them. I make some good jokes in between and…