You are not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive.You're not the contents of your wallet.
You're not your fucking khakis.
You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world
sticks and stones may break my bones but words constitute my entire existence and my ability to meaningfully interact with the universe because we live in a textual reality in which everything is constructed and coded by language there is no escaping the symbolic dimensions of it there is nothing outside the text there is nothing outside the text there is nothing outside the text