It’s a strange world, and we are strangers to ourselves. There are all these things around; they seem to be alive, some people think they are alive. Indeed they are moving, but not only that; they are moving us. But these things, they can’t think. I can, but then: how lonely I am! At least I know I can always trust my feelings because they must be real, as real as a self-model. How can we achieve objectivity given the phantasmal qualities of reality? During four days we will discuss texts and try things out in order to see if we can unground ourselves as individuals and become a subject which acknowledges its own conditioning. We’ll end with a grand finale where we try to overcome some of those conditions, not in an act of liberation but of defecation.