I was in a class once about literary criticism. It was the most horribly meta thing I ever did, to the point that it made no fucking sense.
We wouldn’t even read criticism. We read criticism about criticism. We read about the themes of critical schools of thought. Then we would come to class, and criticize the criticism about criticism. Then we wrote these criticisms into papers… and the teacher would grade them. They would come back to us with comments written in the margins… you might call it… criticism.
It was unbelievably meaningless.
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