Jaques and Jill went up the hill
No one cares what you think. Freudian analysis is the multi-storey carpark of the human as mind. We approach the child’s fort where we hold the figures ready for battle as if we know the truth. I want to cry because I feel there is no victory because victory is failure or rather submission. Are you following this outline? This sketch? Death ah yes congratulations you spotted it up ahead. Here is the Kantian hearse drawn by the feather-headed black horses the glass glinting in the sun. Here is the Lord of the flies swallowing old ladies who cannot shine his silver up to standard. Here too is Plato spinning his way back to his correct position. Here is Zizek brum brumming his cars down the ramps of a wooden multi-storey carpark the glossy smell of the paint still lingering years after his uncle built it for him. I want to c...