We Must Imagine Hegel Happy

deutsche misere this uneven development that, welcome to the academia where you have none of the benefits of capitalism but shares all of its sufferings

You are embodied. I, on the other hand, am entombed, engraved, and embellished.

You don’t get Frühromantik until you see this is a bunch of self-funded MA students who didn’t care and didn’t know the vicissitudes of the job market and still thought self-publishing is the same as being published in the top journal in the field

Some of you would like to abolish time, some of you would like to become God, some of you would like to overthrow capitalism. Relatively, my demand is so inconsequential: I just want two dead men to fuck.

There’s doing German philosophy because French philosophy is too insane, and then there’s doing German philosophy because French philosophy is not insane enough.

Civilization must develop to the point where it is possible to tell the difference between jstor and ao3. This task is nothing short of redrawing the line between the profane and the sacred.

There are depressive and manic episodes, or as I’d like to call them: stable and functional

Caught myself thinking “I’d like to live in a world where happiness is possible.” The formulation. Immanuel Kant sir please get the fuck out of my brain you’re murdering my will to live.

Thus far 1) both Hegel and Fichte have a son named Immanuel (yes, after Kant) and 2) Hegel requested to be buried next to Fichte. I’m not saying I ship it, but this ship literally screams every love affair needs a third, just like every life needs a Big Other.