Is there a word for the politics of identity? Now that I’ve come to think of it, the uneasiness postcolonialism has always made me feel is that it attacks the identity of the speaker far more than his arguments.

The promise of Enlightenment values now exists in the form of constant sorrow, carried by the ethically awake who hesitate to judge. The shadow of those values thrives in indifferent, double-standard cynics claiming to be the true heirs of humanism. I’ve lost count how many.

How exciting to finally read Baudelaire’s landmark essay, ‘The Painter of Modern Life’!

When experience is turned into platform content, a vast, high-dimensional field of tacit knowledge (the immeasurable, embodied knowledge available in lived experience) collapses into a narrow, object-focused description that cannot preserve even a fraction of its informational density.

I see the beauty of the world, but I don’t feel it is meant for me. If sunlight or a breeze comforts me on a dark day, that is chance. God did not make them for me—only my mission. Feeling at home in the world may come from having first been loved within it.

If Death finds you in your happy days you’d be like “no way, too soon”. Only when there is no future you’d say “there you are, makes sense, it’s time”.

Majority. How secure you must be feeling everyday.

Met with my supervisor today about a marking job I took over from her busy hand. She said 70+ was normally the highest marks, and that she’d almost never given 80+. I said, “you did give me an 85 though. That’s what has pushed me to where I am now.” She said, “oh maybe I thought you’re exceptional.”

I’m relying on those war historical novels and poems. People in the stories survived war. I can survive whatever shit is ahead.

“To be radical is to grasp things by the roots. The root of humanity, however, is man himself.” Marx said this and who would have guessed “radical” could be translated as 彻底的