Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The White Shadow
As men become spectacle in the hopes of attracting suckle thigh, Shadow’s douche-face tasks us with the noblest of philosophical inquiries.
What are the limitations of language systems, and do they prevent a complete capture of “the real”?
How do we process our understandings of self through a shifting and mobile subjectivity?
Are there Ass Pears that smell like lilacs, and if so, may I sniff?
