The fatality of all things. The death of all things, returning. The end of all things, returning. From the past, the deepest past.

As if preordained. As though known long before we were born. As though known far, far in advance.

 

We died already. We died before we were born. We’re heavy with death. We’re saturated with death. We’re heavy with death. We’re crushed by death.

 

Don’t pretend not to be dead. Don’t pretend to be alive.

 

Are we still falling? Have we hit the earth yet? Have we crashed down earth? Have we finished falling yet?

 

Every morning, it’s like: still alive. Still here. There’s more of this.

Every morning, it’s like: we have to go on. Surely not! Surely we’ve done enough! Surely there’s been enough!

 

Our desire to spoil and despoil. Our desire to destroy and to self-destroy. Our desire to ruin and be ruined.