• Who we are arises from how we have been hurt

• The utter banality of getting what you fantasise about

• Social media as a schizoid retreat

• Hope is essential to our survival and our flourishing

• The fantasy of knowledge as attempt to foreclose otherness

• There is always a missed understanding between people

• Those whom we transform into myth are themselves myth-ridden

• Playing in the ruins of your past expectations

• The street art I saw and the street art which was really there

• Judith Butler’s notion of the phantasmatic scene and the epistemic chaos of platforms

• Lacan on the biographical momentum of partial objects

• The agonies of humiliation involved in submitting to contigency

• The capacity of the algorithm to create monsters

• Love is giving something you don’t have to someone who doesn’t want it

• On losing what we never possessed

• Fantasy tells me what I am to my others

• Cruel optimism and living for the present

• Trauma as a genre for understanding the present