Thursday, October 01, 2015
In 3AM, Bobbi Lurie channels Hannah Arendt.
I was not raised by a father. Don’t forget that. Karl Jaspers was a father to me. You may not believe me, because of the nature of our relationship, but Heidegger was a father to me too. Heidegger never forgave me for becoming famous. I did my best to be solicitous. Unrequited love is my addiction. Heidegger is my real father. He was Mein Vater.
A bit Elektra-ish.
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