I literally woke up after three hours of sleep with this running over and over in a very fast voice in my head:
"I am a site within which codes flow. I am only part of a greater textual product."
(I'm pretty sure this is a conglomeration and slight misinterpretation of Roland Barthes mixed in with Derrida. I don't know why my sleeping mind would put works together quite like this.)
I was writing lit theory papers till five AM and do not remember taking off my jacket before sleeping, but I awoke with cold shoulders and a mantra. I think I was drugged, kidnapped, and brainwashed without knowing it.
Help me.
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