Discussion. We should kill ourselves! At once!
No – suicide grants too much power to them. It’s their gesture, not yours. We should just sink down, and wait to die. Sink down, and drink, waiting to die. There’s an honour in that.
But how long would that take?
Cruelty – that’s what we want. A cruel, but quick death. Not torture – we’ve had enough of torture. Every day is fucking torture. Time is torture.
The point is an end of time. The point is the severing. The cutting off the head of time. The great guillotine blade, flashing down. The beauty of starlight on the blade. And time’s head severed from its neck, flying out.
A cauterized wound. A burnt-clean wound. Just a blow – the swordstroke – and the smooth wound. The end at one blow. Death, sudden. Apocalypse, lightning-striking. We don’t want to wait any longer. Waiting itself is torture.
Work in Progress 