Do I care or do I not care about the life of Prince Harry of England? Obviously not. His work does not interest me, he has problems with his family or conscience there. Am I addicted to soap opera or not? Doubt wears me out. By the way, without realizing it, I am already semi-dependent, I know more about him than I should, what I want. You can’t scroll through any news bulletin or any newspaper without getting stuck in your face. And that way, based on setbacks, you get a PhD in bullshit. Maybe you would like to graduate from Nietzsche, but you end up graduating from Meghan, the mistress of those mentioned. What if, at the end of every news story, they tell us a delicious anecdote from Kant, like those who don’t want that thing? The problem is that Kant perhaps lacks delicious anecdotes. It’s hard to compete with Harry. You’re fascinated by a man who naturally said he killed 25 people in Afghanistan.
