to wit
posted 29 July 2009, 13:25 by Mike
“From a certain point on, a point which one can no longer identify, one begins to see oneself as historical; by which I mean embedded in, bound to one’s time …
I don’t know how else we should escape and confront the pressure to commodify everything, a compulsion which floods even our most intimate feelings, except through the development and expression of our own subjectivity, no matter how difficult and painful that may be. The need to be known, even with one’s problematic qualities, false assumptions and mistakes, lies at the source of all literature and is also one motivation for this book.”
Christa Wolf — Ein Tag im Jahr
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