Reading the essay by Audre Lorde, “The Uses of the Erotic, ” triggered a flood of relieving thoughts. Caught in my actual state — exhausted by the expectations of others — I self-isolate to enjoy this satisfying moment: reading a book in bed while the sun shines on me through the dirty window. I am enough. I feel whole. I remember how I broke my leg — under the heavy, toxic gaze of a person I didn’t “love back” in the way they wanted me to.

My friend didn't come home today Because he has a wound Because he has a big heart Because his skin is made of salt Because he's been swimming in the sea all his life Because his wife left him Because he hates working Because he's an anarchist Because he's someone's neighbor Because he lives in a high-rise building Because he cannot buy himself a home in the center of the capital Because he doesn't know where the center is Because he is blind and very sick Because he ate salt in the sea I don't

In this text_interview, thanks to the leading questions of Ivan V. The author tries to briefly and comprehensively outline many of the key points of Max Stirner’s philosophy, which allow us to differently consider the image of this thinker, often unfairly criticized or inappropriately excluded from key philosophical discourses (for example, phenomenology, philosophy of language, etc.). I.V: A small warning.