More specifically concerning: self-consciousness
it was the distance…
a love-song, a love-song.
Thomas Patch, self portrait (late 1760s) In our society the character one performs and one’s self are somewhat equated, and this self-as-character is usually seen as something housed in the body of its possessor, especially the upper parts thereof, being a nodule, somehow, in the psychobiology of personality.[….] In analysing the self, then, we are […]
Notes on reading Judith Butler as a tonic to Rousseau.