So what is the spectacle? Its kind of like that moment when you think you’ve cut yourself with a really sharp kitchen knife, and you’re waiting to see if blood will appear or not. We are all tied up in things we say, and this makes me uncomfortable to say anything with rational security and true confidence. That is, there is subjective existence going on to the words that I put down, as well as a public, objective existence. These words will have two existences, two origins, and address themselves to two audiences in search for agreement from both. So, for example, when I say, with some level of conviction, that I think that people are absorbed in a spectacle of hyped stories in our political realm that hide or obfuscate what is in some way a ‘fairer’ version of the truth; those words come from within me to without me. They also address themselves to me as I form them, and to my experience as a filter as to whether or not they ring ‘true.’ My experience, privately, is that I feel overwhelmed by this feeling of watching and waiting for the blood to flow, of being subject to the ‘spectacle’ from the inside out.
