I like what Derrida writes about the Other, and that the sense of Self—Oh, hell. I'm on the wrong thread.
I like what Derrida writes about the Other, and that the sense of Self—Oh, hell. I'm on the wrong thread.
general smuckers, I know those words but that sentence doesn't make any sense. And the caps makes me picture someone yelling that line verbatim. Good times.
The fact that you called it Pop-pop shows me you're not ready for it.