Every thinker gets distorted. A lifetime’s work of thinking and writing shatters in a few sentences on Twitter.

What is the self-self? One’s own life. The things one experiences. One’s own relationships.

And the super-self? Something one does that is decoupled from that. Books you write, a perfect body, music.

No one understands what it’s like to have no culture. No people, no frame of reference.