Tag Archives: identification
Everyone is a lover.
A hater habitually identifies with that feeling.
X: Who is this “we”? Y: I’ll leave it to you to answer such unanswerable questions.
“I just have more in common with white people.” It is common for identification to give rise to commonality.
Whatever it might be, it sure as hell cannot be identified as “me.”
Everything the ancient Greek oligarch said against the demos, the modern American elite can say against the middle class.
If I’m going to identify with an image, I might as well enjoy it.
“We” are the baggage carried away from our past.
Self-destructive acts feed the self’s feelings of significance.
Our selves are always more and less than the identities we already more or less assume.