Where do I even begin? The semester is quickly drawing to a close. I'm currently undecided as to whether or not I learned everything I needed to. It is difficult for me to get past my own biases. My anger and arrogance continues to get the better of me. And I can't help but think highly of myself. Quite often, this means putting others down. Some of it may be due to bitterness. That is also why I haven't written many journals lately. I've been too busy drowning out my own thoughts with entertainment and occasionally (when deadlines draw near) completing schoolwork. My latest essay I'm particularly excited about. Although, it has caused me to wonder if I even know what reality is, apart from its definition. Nevertheless, I've enjoyed reading and exploring these concepts again and again from different perspectives and philosophers. ^_^ This journal skin actually, reminds me of the map Borges describes in On Exactitude in Science...The perfect allegory of second-order simulacra, Baudrillard called it. The empire that is tattered, its map in ruins--so accurately reflects societies current situation. We have become the desert of the real.
So very matrix-y, I know.