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The ‘I’ here is of course an implied author who is very different from me, since everybody knows that the right panel is my way

The ‘I’ here is of course an implied author who is very different from me, since everybody knows that the right panel is my way

As a response to more and more sophisticated software that cracks captchas, new captcha methods are out to test whether the user actually has a soul..

As a response to more and more sophisticated software that cracks captchas, new captcha methods are out to test whether the user actually has a soul..

über-awkard young Nietzsche is now über-hipster young Nietzsche

über-awkard young Nietzsche is now über-hipster young Nietzsche

The adventures of Marx and Engels, #3

The adventures of Marx and Engels, #3

When Plato met the platonic idea of himself…#2
“Sorry to interrupt you again mate, but that most definitely is not ‘the most perfect fucking coffee ever’. Not that a phenomenological manifestion like you would know about perfect coffee, haha”
(Part 1 here)

When Plato met the platonic idea of himself…#2

“Sorry to interrupt you again mate, but that most definitely is not ‘the most perfect fucking coffee ever’. Not that a phenomenological manifestion like you would know about perfect coffee, haha”

(Part 1 here)

über-awkward young Nietzsche, #3

über-awkward young Nietzsche, #3

Über-awkward young Nietzsche, #1

Über-awkward young Nietzsche, #1

Just found this review which I wrote last year on hostelworld for the worst hostel in florence:

These words in sombre colour I beheld written upon the summit of a gate:
“Through me you go to the grief wracked hostel;
Through me to everlasting pain you go;
Through me you go and pass among lost souls, sharing a bed for lovers in midst a myriad of other beds.
Here are shrieks, and bewailing, and lamenting throughout the night, and throughout the morning,
when cold showerwater torments you as the sea does in a tempest.
The floors are of a wetblack mire.
Abandon all hope,ye who enter here.

Derrida be trollin’

Derrida be trollin’

How postmodern are you?

How postmodern are you?

The gaze that launched a thousand ships

procrastinating when I should be writing my 1984 essay….

procrastinating when I should be writing my 1984 essay….