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In A Map of the World, (The Feeling Atlas) the author creates hir own simple language for socio-psychological emotional geographies. Strikethough, side by side, saying hi, etc are all terms she uses to map the fabric of "quantum dimensional" social life.

This allows C to stop the expected flow of formal academic professionalism that distances thought from action and critical thinking from what she calls critical feeling and feeling from praxis or action in its tracks. For C, these are all part of whiteness' deluded social reproduction and turning in circles. She stakes the claim that disrupting it may seem hard by is actually incedibly simple. As simple say what she calls "saying hi." High theory and low theory, on the map she creates, collapse. Critique for C is Deleuzian in the sense that she undoes what conventionally "goes together"or seem solid---such as the academic and the formal---and then treats as a unity things which are not supposed to be combined---such as sociology, psychology, and quantum physics.

C stays anonymous in A Map of the World to break up the "author function"---much the same way bell hooks refuses capitals. The author, despite offering readers her name, disrupts the text with self awareness at various intermittent moments.

Like now---
C will now stop getting off.

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