Northern Lights

The snow adds to it. it’s positively Russian. The whirling snow. The eternal dark. You’re supposed to be able to see Northern Lights tonight …

Fuck the Northern Lights! I wouldn’t turn around to see the Northern Lights! I hate all that cosmic shit. I hate being made to feel small. Fuck off with your wonder. I’m sick of wonder.

Philosophy begins with wonder.

Bollocks. Philosophy begins with horror – world horror! World sickness! World hatred! World suspicion! Luckily, some of us still have that. Luckily, some of us are still full of that. Happily, some of us feel nothing but horror. We have no stake in this wicked old cosmos.