Serious drinking. Nothing frivolous here. A bottle of spirits. That we have to finish. It’s our duty to see where it leads. To see where it takes us.
Because there’s somewhere we have to be taken. We have to get out of ourselves. Our of our heads. Our heads are confining us. They’re turning us inwards. Whereas drink turns us outward …
A disastrous day! At least there’s drink. At least there’s some opening. At least we can open the door of the day. And leave it behind.
At least drinking brings us together.
We’ve left the day behind. Forget the day! Forget what happened! Don’t look back. We’re drinking into the evening. We’re drinking into the night. We have the future before us. The great darkness. The great night.
We’ll ruin ourselves for work tomorrow. We’ll wreck ourselves for intelligent thought in the morning. We’ll deliberate sabotage all our philosophical acumen. Who needs it: philosophical acumen? Where has it got us: philosophical acumen?
We destroy ourselves every night! We undo our work! We drink to attain the condition of thoughtlessness! Oblivion! Drinking isn’t drinking unless it leads to unconsciousness.
Dreaming of some magnificent bender of our lives. Some infinite bender, from which we’d never return. Some magnificent binge of drinking. Drinking from here to infinity. Beginning now and ending … when? Never ending! Never stopping!
There is no tomorrow. Let’s bury tomorrow. There’s only today. There’s only the infinite: today. There’s only today, going on forever, lasting forever. There’s only eternity, this eternity. There’s only nowhere.
Are we drinking too much? There’s only drinking too much. That’s the only acceptable way of drinking.
Those Organisational Management fuckers. Do you think they know how to drink? They can do everything but drink. Because drinking’s not about what you can do. It doesn’t concern what you can do.
Drinking’s a giving up. A throwing in of the towel. An admission of defeat. You have to have been terribly defeated, if you’re going to drink.
Work in Progress 