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the law makes me feel powerful and important. but at the same time it drains all the humanity out of me.

i have stopped caring about asylum seekers, i have completely forgotten why i ever supported a welfare state, i have started seeing poor people as a burden on the system, and, finally, everywhere i go i notice negligence and gleefully consider the legal construction of the case i would lay against my neighbours when i take them to court.

of course after ten weeks in an arts based degree i've realised that i'm just participating in a discourse, and therefore allowing my identity to be shaped by the knowledges it consists of. but for a while there is really did believe that the law was the closest we'd ever get to the only stable version of the truth, even if it is mad-made.

this is not to say that i am disillusioned by the law. i still want to live out all its glorious cliches especially the morally-bankrupt corporate lawyer who measures self worth by the quantity of her shoes.

but that life isn't the only possible answer, the only valid construction of self. it's just on of billions of equally invalid, equally untrue wretched paths out there.