I’d intended to talk in my next entry on identity how we look at clear markers, such as gender, race, age, and dress to determine someone’s identity from afar and place them in a comfortable little box. Then, I went to see The Matrix: Reloaded.
Now, I find myself wandering down the rabbit hole of existentialism, trying to figure out if there is even a solid interpretive framework to think about identity and what it means.
Damn it to hell when a piece of pop culture entertainment is complex enough to make me have to, finally, go back to philosophy and read something like Husserl. And have I mentioned lately how bad movie theater popcorn is?
More soon…