Our lectures.
We have terrible things to impart. To warn them of. Evil things. Forces.
Our lectures.
Passing on our delirious death fantasies to the students. Our general life-denial.
Our lectures.
Our horror. All-encompassing. Our sense of absolute doom. Our sense that the sky, at any moment, could be full of flames. Hasn’t the sky always been on fire for us? Hasn’t world destruction always been in the offing? Hasn’t it always been the day before the Day of Judgement?
Our lectures.
And all of it with a chiliastic edge. With an apocalyptic edge.
Our lectures.
Our resentments. Our fantasies. Our eyes on the burning horizon.
Our lectures.
Our madness. The peculiars we turned out to be. Our madness, spoken. Resounding.
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