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the heirs of Marx and Marxism

The responsibility, once again, would here be that of an heir. Whether they wish it or know it or not, all men and women, all over the earth, are today to a certain extent the heirs of Marx and Marxism. That is, as we were saying a moment ago, they are heirs of the absolute singularity of a project…

—p.113 Specters of Marx Wears and Tears (Tableau of an ageless world) (96) by Jacques Derrida
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politicians become structurally incompetent

[...] However competent they may personally be, professional politicians who conform to the old model tend today to become structurally incompetent. The same media power accuses, produces, and amplifies at the same time this incompetence of traditional politicians: on the one hand, it takes awa…

—p.99 Wears and Tears (Tableau of an ageless world) (96) by Jacques Derrida
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which no ray of light could penetrate inspo/setting

[...] it was truly terrifying to see such emptiness open up a foot away from firm ground, to realize that there was no transition, only this dividing line, with ordinary life on one side and its unimaginable opposite on the other. The chasm into which no ray of light could penetrate [...]

—p.414 Austerlitz by W.G. Sebald
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something like a sense of eternity inspo/setting

[...] But on bright summer days, in particular, so evenly disposed a lustre lay over the whole of Barmouth Bay that the separate surfaces of sand and water, sea and land, earth and sky could no longer be distinguished. All forms and colours were dissolved in a pearl-grey haze; there were no contras…

—p.135 by W.G. Sebald
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everything is constantly lapsing into oblivion inspo/interiority

[...] the darkness does not lift but becomes yet heavier as I think how little we can hold in mind, how everything is constantly lapsing into oblivion with every extinguished life, how the world is, at it were, draining itself in that the history of countless places and objects which themselves hav…

—p.30 by W.G. Sebald