As a writing major, I’ve become used to the notion of an infinite and expanding abyss of nothingness and misery, at least in part because those seem to be roughly equivalent to the available job prospects I face once I graduate!
But, as I learned after half-assing a freshman philosophy class, philosophers take this to a whole other level.
The endless and curious trove of philosophical works out there will make you question every facet of our late-capitalist society, including whether or not we can ever escape it. Slavoj Zizek, the philosopher and anthropomorphic trash-racoon with whom I’ve taken a major interest lately, is particularly adept at picking apart the many contradictions of modern life. When I’m not writing or trying to find a suitable cardboard box in which to live after graduating, I often read his and others’ works on how ideologically murky and self-contradictory the modern world is.
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