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It's 11:52 P.M. I have a paper due in 12 hours yet I'm on here writing down a journal entry. I'm not sure what the point of these posts is going to be, but I have a conscious desire to start documenting my sentiments. This will be a process of externalizing my thoughts into text -- this process might entail a transformation of what I originally intended. A translational process may lead my sentiments to shift. Let these thoughts become fluid.

Maybe I'm romanticizing my thoughts too much. The ego isn't that exciting, I think. An internal machine of desiring-production that only leads to more machines. I can't really truly understand myself as my subjectivity is tethered to the imminent outside. Woe is microfascism.

Anyways, I'm taking Public Policy C103 right now (i.e Wealth and Poverty), and the narrative that the class undertakes to enforce the notions:"class division, an ethics towards balancing wealth inequality, the increasing gap between the 1% and the 99%". It's not quite so interesting and thought provoking because it's technocratically focused on the instrumental value of "politics of rights". It does not question its epistemology, reiterating the perpetual cycle of modernism that permanently fixates itself on the carpentry of politics. But this politics has already failed. The Will to Power necessitates ressentiment; the perfectibility of politics is incoherent yet the pursuit has displaced our ability to come to terms with the inevitability of death.

Diatribes That B.

I sound like a fucking prick.