Sublime

We deploy knowledge and ideas that carry indubitable prestige to stand guard against the emergence of more humble but essential knowledge from our emotional past. We bury our personal stories beneath an avalanche of expertise. The possibility of a deeply consequential intimate enquiry is deliberately left to seem feeble and superfluous next to the

They both, he said, break our “addiction to ourselves.”

“…the stammerings of an old man who does not seem to have achieved a full psychic victory over an awkward adolescence…”

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Drowning in data and hooked on clips of cats doing daft things with dustbin lids, we inhabit a highly manipulated, monetised minefield in which our every move is monitored, stored and sold on for profit.28

With the final how we may reasonably expect that the grammatical, argumentative, and symbolic denouement is just around the comma-swiveling corner

The playwright and novelist Ayad Akhtar described our “click-bait consciousness,” trained to interact with anything in the feed designed to be triggering. “The worship of algorithms is mutilating creative industries,” the television writer Cord Jefferson complained. “Culture is no longer made. It is simply curated from existing culture, refined,