slavoj zizek i'm calling you to account
even as i am drowning in a pool of your profuse sweating
crouched underneath a podium where you are speechifying
i think
you have made critique your business
so in some sleeping part of your brain
you want the structure to be critiqued to continue to exist
yes?
oh you lucky bastard to wriggle out of the blame like that
you know about fetishized distance
it's not just me that's got it
the dream is to sit in the sun
under a tree
and talk and wonder and puzzle
no
perhaps not
the dream is to sit in the sun
under a tree
and no longer need language
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