It's the kind of postmodern nightmare that would have kept Nietzsche up at night.
Why do any
of us crank it? What makes us roll?
If we are the sum of our actions,
--- and defined by our actions,
--- --- how do we relate to actions we do not identify with?
In his powerful tour de force Crank Dat
, Soulja Boy joins the tradition of Sartre and Deleuze in exploring his alienation from his own actions, nay, his own identity.