But there is perhaps another, more joyous way of seeing things, and of finally substituting for eternally critical theory an ironic theory.
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But there is perhaps another, more joyous way of seeing things, and of finally substituting for eternally critical theory an ironic theory.
“I went travelling to a wreck of a place. There were three gates standing ajar and a fence that broke off. It was not the wreck of anything else in particular. A place came there and crashed. After that it remained the wreck of a place. Light fell on it.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on Where to Travel”