seldom;saint

On Friendship (F) and the Self [A philosophical commentary from psychological egoism. TBC...] Now I fundamentally do not believe that F is required for a good quality, sentient life. Nor do I believe that a sufficient condition of F is proximity; rather, I believe that F is fundamentally rooted in pleasure and thus, is inherently selfish. We experience F as a means to an end. Now that isn’t to say it is a mere means but it is definitely a route or guiding post that we seek when wanting to feel good. They say that desire is the root of all evil. But what if most of our pleasures are entirely for an intended good. F allows us to tick off a few of the things we like about ourselves, confirming them to be true in our understanding of self. It purports that we are wanted, needed even and, worthy of falling head first into the arms of someone that considers us a ‘confidant’, a ‘worthy’ friend. What is ‘confidant’ if not etymologically linked to ‘confidence’: I am confident that I can mak...

                                           On Race and 'Other'                                 It surely can't be the norm to be sat amongst foes within red brick walls. Held hostage by the cruel and sterile retelling of one’s own historical racial trauma. History, that shapes me. Calcifies my bones. Bleeds with me, Cries with me too. I am ‘other’, I know. The outlier in your scattergram, the lowest possible curve, No positive correlation to be marked with an X on the world. The comparison that makes you think ‘Oh, I must have it better than them’ for they are the benchmark, The bench beneath your feet. But it’s me, I am them.  Sat shrivelled and silent in the corner of the room. And unlike Fanon’s deductions; I am of black skin with no mask. I’ve ripped it off and buried it. Th...