Romance without Ethics in an Age of Digital Subjectivity. That title alone immediately caught my attention. After attending Mary Harrod’s talk on Romance without Ethics in an Age of Digital Subjectivity, I...
academic thoughts
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In the words of Plath: The Fig Tree
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. The Bell Jar The words of Sylvia Plath have always felt intimate. A deeply...
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Cold. The Dostoevsky effect in White Nights
“Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!” As the chilling hands of Winter grasp onto the last of Autumn’s gentil tenderness, draining the season’s...