Paul (looking up from his math problem): What do you want to be?
Me: You mean when I grow up?
Paul: Yeah.
Me (thinking): I don't know. I mean, I still don't know.
Paul: You still don't know?
Me: I want to be everything.
Paul: You have to choose!
Me: I don't want to...I want to be happy.
Paul: Then you will be an artist?
Me: Are artists happy?
Paul (pausing): No. They are unhappy.
Me: Maybe I won't be one, then. An artist.
Paul: All people are unhappy. I think.
Me: Hm. You might be right.
He reminds me of a postmodern Thomas Hobbes.
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