When will we reach the last night of drinking? The final night – when we’re done with drinking and done with everything? When will we reach it – the end of drinking, and the end of the world?
It’s as if we never really started to drink. We never began. Only now, only now, are we finding a way to that beginning.
Our drinking’s getting vaster. Cosmic.
We must never stop drinking. We must never sober up. There can be no sobriety. Sobriety is intolerable. We must follow our drinking through the days and nights. We’ll never return to sobriety. We must drink.
Why – what’s the source of this ‘must’? Why this imperative? As if it was the only thing left to us. The only action. We drink because … because … We drink, and there’s nothing else. Drinking has no why.
In the beginning, there was drinking. God was drunk. And in the end … Drinking still. And God, drunken still.
We were made to be vessels of drink, no more. Absorbers of drink. Pissers of drink. We die in drink and are resurrected in drink.
Work in Progress 