Who are these people we work for? These idiots? It’s the uni laughing at itself. At what it’s had to become? At its defilement? At its degradation?

The uni’s a masochist. Hatred for itself. A twisted hatred for itself. Auto-hatred. Twisted around to observe itself. To see itself, in its degradation. With its death’s head grin. With its dance of death.

 

It’s a uni suicide. It’s an SOS. It’s uni self-harm. Self-parody as a way of saying to the world: look at what they’ve done to me. Look what they’ve reduced me to. It’s pathetic.

 

Years of dimunition. Years of fluoride added to the water. Years of chem trails. Years of aluminium in our food. You don’t produce our kind overnight. Years of preparation.

The opposite in Dune of producing the Kwisatz Haderach. An antimessiah … And so we stepped up, we three. We anti-messiahs.

 

We ought to feel grateful. Special. Chosen – by the void. (Laughter.) As if it was a personal favour bestowed upon us. By the void. In the gift of the void

We should thank the void. Say, okay void. What would like, void?

 

The void’s sucking it all in. Sucking us all in. Lecturers, students. The void’s assassinating us. Mass murder – of the soul. The willed failure of an entirely system. 

 

We know what the void wants, but we do the void’s bidding anyway. We can’t imagine anything else. We play along, knowing. We do the void’s bidding. Why not? The world's alread destroyed.

 

The void, swallowing us all. The void, that’s everywhere. In all of us. Looking out of our eyes. Looking at us in the eyes of others. Looking at us from the sky – the whole blind sky. Looking down, blindly, in the sky’s blindness.

 

The void wants to keep us in death – in a perpetual dying. The void wants to witness our degradation. Our humiliation.

 

The void wants the void. The void’s fascinated by the void in us. The void wants to see the void in the mirror. The void, disappearing into the void. Losing itself in itself. The void – absolute. Like Schelling’s absolute. The void! Only philosophers can understand the void! European philosophers! Who’ve read Schelling! Who understand how the void itself is lost in the void …

 

The void’s showing itself now. The void no longer keeps its own secret.

The void’s come to itself now. The void’s awoken to itself. It knows itself now. It’s aware of itself, as it wasn’t before. It’s opened its eyes to itself. It’s conscious, in its own way.

The void’s becoming absolute. Becoming all. Until there’s nothing but void.

 

The void knows itself – and it’s a terrible knowledge. The void’s coming to itself. The void’s awakening to itself – and its terrible. Because the void doesn't want to be the void. The void wants to be anything but the void.

 

The void – speaks. The void’s words. The void’s hollowing out of words. The void resounding through words. The void, voiding. That’s all it does. Hollowing out what it can.

 

The void, appearing only now – now. Revealing itself only now – why now? Why has it waited for so long?

 

The void, flowing through the void. That’s all we see. The void, flowing to itself, returning to itself. Coming back to itself. That’s all we see. The void coming to itself. Opening its eyes.

The void. What does it want? To come to itself. To return to itself. Through everything in the world. Through all that exists. Through the death-drive in everything. The void-drive. The movement of void to the void. 

 

All things want to return to whence they came. And things came from the void, and things are returning to the void. 

 

The void seeping back to the void. Calling everything back home, to itself. By way of the world. The whole world.

The world is just the returning of the void to the void. The way it returns. Everything we see around us: that returning. 

 

The void is all. Crying out. Screaming. The void is screaming. And laughing as it screams. Laughing at itself. Burdened with itself. Having to be. Having to go on.

Because this is the ultimate horror – the void cannot die. The void is nothing but itself. It can be nothing else. It goes on forever. Which means laughing at itself, forever. Which means knowing horror at itself, forever.