This week, listen in as the salon doors swing open and Kierkegaard enters the room sporting black eyeliner and listening to Cradle of Filth. Be amazed as he deliberately sits in Hegel’s seat and chats up his girlfriend only to abandon her at the end of the evening with the line “it’s not you, it’s me”. Is he moody and interesting or just an emo kid who needs to get a grip? Are we authentic individuals struggling to find meaning beyond knowledge? You choose before Hegel gets back from the toilets and it kicks off.