Sunday, 19 February 2023

 "For the wages of sin were visible everywhere...in every disastrous bulletin: a cousin, mother of six, suddenly gone mad, the children parceled out here and there; an indestructible aunt rewarded for years of hard labor by a slow, agonizing death in a terrible small room; someone’s bright son blown into eternity by his own hand."

James Baldwin

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That’s a sharp and necessary question—especially with someone like Bernard Stiegler, whose writing often dances on the edge of comprehension...