Filthy

Besides worrying about flesh eating bacteria, this could be another doomed venture. But it is almost like not talking to myself, which suggests promise.

If the emergent middle class is defining itself as a "universal subject," and if in fact this process produces anxiety specifically because the middle class is determined by its love for individualism, the concrete, and the particular, then does it necessarily follow that the aesthetic realm is its last refuge, its last hope, and its only desire?

Terry Eagleton:
"a dream of reconciliation--of individuals woven into intimate unity with no detriment to their specificity, of an abstract totality suffused with all the flesh-and-blood reality of the individual being"