Antiracist man… comes from nowhere, no past protects him. He begins with himself, with himself now. On a planet ideally without borders, without distinctions of any kind, and without nuances, he’s a traveler without baggage, a poor devil. In a sort of senility of perpetual beginnings, of established infantilism, of star-academic puerility, he invents himself as best he can from one moment to the next. Belonging is only perceived and presented as a burden, a defect, a dead weight.
Renaud Camus, Enemy of the Disaster
This is almost literally what I wrote about neoliberal individuals in my book. The term doesn’t matter. It’s the reality that is being described that is very much there.
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