Are we the only ones who’ve noticed it? I mean, why us? What’s special about us?
It’s because we have so little stake in the world as it us. It’s because we don’t really care about its … perpetuation.
We’re already dead, that’s what I think. We’ve already died to the world. We’re already immune. We’ve seen through all things. We saw the void, right? The void showed itself to us. The non-truth of the world: that’s what we saw. The great Nothing. The unreality of everything. Which meant we could see through it: the great lie.
It’s what allows us to breathe. It’s what makes us smile. At all the fakery. At the latest vast stupidity. That all these idiots take to be real.
I mean, it’s actually funny to see what the idiots are fooled by now. To see what’s passing itself off as reality now. Or it would be, if the maniacs weren’t actually trying to kill us off.
This isn’t our world … These aren’t our lies. We don’t need them to be true, like everyone else. We don’t need this all to be real. Which is why we can laugh at those who do. We’re freer than them. Lighter. We’re not addicted to the seriousness of this world …
Work in Progress 