something slavoj zizek wrote, the sublime impersonation of meaning, holdouts of archetypal genre cinema, the realization that you, only you, are the real person. helpful to this dilemma is reading lenin, or being shot at,
or scrolling on instagram, and finding out what all your friends are up to these days, or engaged with a violently poisoned proletarian mass, something nick land wrote, about dystopian afterfutures, or cybernetic transhumanism, never have you successfully read nick land, who, like most instagrammable philosophers, is both a schizophrene, and a hack,
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