Bossy

First dawn over my Los Angeles desk. I'm back in my parent's HDB flat sipping whiskey at 9am watching people heading to the MRT for work. This constitutes the reward for reading a whole book of Medieval criticism:

Marx's repeated efforts to break down the objective limits of the existing Theoretical, in order to forge a way of thinking the question that his scientific discovery has posed philosophy, his failures and even his relapses are a part of the theoretical drama he lived, in absolute solitude, long ago, and we are only just beginning to suspect from the signs in our heavens that his question is our question, and will be for a long time, that it commands our future. Alone, Marx looked around him for allies and supporters: who can reproach him for allowing himself to lean on Hegel? As for us, we can thank Marx for the fact that we are not alone: our solitude only lies in our ignorance of what he said (Althusser, Reading Capital 193).

According to Althusser, Marx's "failures and even his relapses" are to think that we can ever leave the concept (190). To stick by the concept is to know that it has not and probably will not be, if it ever was, the hottest spot around. But one has to believe that it is only by sticking with it, that one can one day be able to boss people around. You've heard it right, Kelis.