By dint of circumstance, I used to fraternize with a crowd where advanced degrees in "the arts and humanities" were wildly over-represented, at least when compared to the folks in the local pub.
Not that you couldn't get these folks to the pub.
Deconstruction was heavy in the air. You had to know the right names to drop. Paul deMann was my fave till it came out he was a Nazi collaborator. Far from being a flavour of the month that would soon disappear, deconstruction and/or post-modernism (and I couldn't tell you the difference to save my soul) hung around.
It was great fun to imagine, or try to, that absence was indeed the highest form of presence.
But hey man, it was just a mental game! It was a bunch of elitist twats having a lark!
Forty years later, look at your screen. You thought absence being the highest form of presence was clever?
Ha!
How about humanitarian war? Billionaires for social justice? Peaceful riots...
The dude abides.
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