My knowledge of architecture is limited to some idiosyncratic data: my love for Ayn Rand and her architecture-novel The Fountainhead; my admiration for baroque Stalinist “wedding-cake” kitsch; my dream of a house composed only of secondary spaces and places of passage - stairs, corridors, toilets, store-rooms, kitchen - with no living room or bedroom (Žižek, Living in the End Times).
“I had panic attacks, very strong, much stronger than one’s four years ago, when I was for two months in Ann Arbor. And, ok, I went to a doctor … and then they sent me, told me to go visit a psychiatrist. And I went to the worst kind of behavioral cognitivist and I thought. What I thought, I heard about how they function and I thought, ok they must be a little bit better, like this must be a caricature, No! it was a caricature. This guy told me ‘Listen, you publish books, you are very well-known; why don’t you tell yourself “I am good, people love me”’’. I told him, ‘What if I am not good! What are you talking about? I cannot do this’. You know, he went into this most primitive ‘tell yourself you are good, people should you love you’, ‘but what if I am not?’ I told him. I mean, it is absolutely ridiculous. What naivety, what total epistemological naivety, how shall I put it, I was shocked, I mean, at how this operates.”
I would watch any manner of videographic material depicting Zizek going to different kinds of shrinks.
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