Hall of Mirrors

This, as Foucault warns, is power’s most insidious ploy: By making confession seem a road to salvation, we have come to pursue liberation from within the means of control we may have hoped to escape. Self-reflection may undo repression and deliver our ‘truth,’ but that truth has already been determined for us. The only authentic self is a servile one.

This is the point when Foucault takes his leave. He concludes that the self is nothing more than a ‘historical correlation of technology built in our history’ and suggests that we should just abandon all these truth games. But I’m not satisfied with this renouncement. I’m still driven by this suspicion—is it a pretense? some sort of incantation?—of my ‘unknowability,’ both to the world and to myself.
— Elena Greco