Let’s just take our fucking lives. That can be our Movement. Total negation. Total despair – realised. Come alive.
Let’s just leaving our fresh fucking corpses.
And a manifesto. Put it up online.
Or maybe no manifesto. Leave it reasonless. Don’t explain it. Or anything. It’s more powerful that way.
What message do you think we’d send?
That life isn’t worth it. That nothing’s worth it. The odds are stacked against you. The house always wins. So you might as well just … get out of the game. Press fucking eject.
But they want us killing ourselves. They want us declaring that we’re out of the game. They want us fucking resigning. To get the numbers down. It’s all about population reduction. So they’re spreading an ideology of self-loathing and suicide. By killing ourselves, we’d just be doing what we were supposed to. We’d be change agents for mass suicide, which is what they want.
It’s hardly a movement we’re starting. It’s a free floating disgust. A contagious disgust. That will spread through the world. A rejection of all things – even life. Especially life. Life’s not what we want. Living itself – is in bad taste. Suicide … is the only honourable course of action. We might as well just kill ourselves now. Straightaway.
Who was that group who gave up on sex. Like, a long time ago. They died out pretty quickly.
The Shakers …
Yeah, them. Well, so will our movement – die out, I mean. But we’ll die out all at once. At one stroke. We’d be the had-enoughs. The fuck-it-alls. It’d all be about abstinence – but abstinence from life.
And the very fact we were philosophy lectures would only add to it. People would expect reasons. Logic. A general argument why life isn’t work it.
So we have to write a manifesto. Explain why.
A glorified suicide note? No: the fact we didn’t would show our state of mind.
What: craziness?
We’d had enough of explanations .. reasons … logic: that’s what would strike them.
Who?
The discerning. People who know how to read the signs.
Naive. They’d love a mass cull of zoomers. Of gen-xers. Of everyone really. We’d just be playing into their hands.
The young people do not want to live. Nor do the middle-aged people. Nor the old people. A collective death-wish. That we’re articulating. That we’re letting speak. Death for everyone. Death here, there and everywhere.
The world is too much. There’s too much world in the world. We’re dazed. Hit by some blow. Staggering.
We’ve let ourselves be cornered.
By what?
By life. By having to fucking life. There’s another way. There’s a way of escaping. Of evading.
They want us to dispose of ourselves. They’re spreading these ideas, and using us to spread them. That’s what philosophy departments are for, nowadays. The whole of the humanities. It’s suicide training, nothing else. Throwing-yourselves-out-of-the-window training.
We have to go further. Go deeper. Our despair isn’t despair enough. Our hatred isn’t hatred enough …
Philosophy’s being taken over by an eliminativists. Killing yourself types. Because of climate change. Because of Malthusiasnism: because there are too many of us on the planet.
The Newcastle eliminativists … that’s who we are. Following a fucking script.
Applied philosophy: that’s what we’re about. Applied nihilism. Practical suicide.
We’re suicide influencers, basically.
Can we not talk about killing ourselves for a few minutes?
You get offered euthanasia for mental disorders in Canada. Why not philosophical ones? We have to save people not kill them. We need to give people a reason to live in this degenerate world.
Work in Progress 