Liam

“But by saying that you’re either contradicting yourself or you’re shouting into a vacuum,” announced the solipsist. “Can’t you see that? The claim that ‘everything is subjective’ must be nonsense,” she cried throwing her hands in the air. The post-modernist had managed to rile her and he knew that now, if ever, was when to strike. The iron was hot. “That,” he said slowly, savoring the moment, “is just your opinion.”