Kim Kardashian West here provides us with an existential black hole that the transcendental nihilism of a Ray Brassier can only dream of
evoking (in fact, I find it
interesting that on pages 256 - 257, somewhere a
little past the book's halfway point, we are provided with two pages that have no words or pictures at all, pages that are completely black: it is as if this is symbolic of the black hole at the center of Western society / civilization, with the selfies orbiting it like husks of dead galaxies).