We picked the wrong horse – the humanities horse. Which is being turned into glue.
It picked us. It lifted us onto its back, and we rode along.
No one does self loathing like us. Like European philosophers. The whole of European philosophy to express it.
European philosophy role play. European philosophy dress up.
The humanities blob, right? They want to flush us away. The humanities bolus. All our shit European philosophy journals. Our shit publishers of European philosophy senescence.
There’s no way we would have survived out there in the world. Not for a moment. We’re on the humanities life support. Our kind can’t survive out there. We’re in the humanities’ hospital. The humanities refuge.
Our kind shouldn’t survive. It’s evolution, right? We’re the weakest. The stupidest. The least well adapted. We can’t survive in a business reality. We’re ornamental, that’s all. And not even that ornamental.
Walser, Kafka, Benjamin. Like holy names to us.
Now, European philosophy power! We’re like those monks in Southwest Ireland. Preserving the knowledge. Keeping the flame burning. Snuffling out the flame. Dousing the flame. It’s in the past now, European philosophy. Pissing on the flame.
European philosophy – driven into the most lowly unis. By the rigged system. BY analytic philosophy hegemony. What chance did we have?
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