The void of our lives. The emptiness of our lives. But our lives have been voided. Our lives have been emptied out.
It’s been going on too long. It’s been going on all our lives … It is our lives. Nothing but our lives.
A process of … nihilisation. A slow dissolution. Until there’s nothing left but nihilism.
A complete dissociation. A gradual … distancing. Like our atoms are dispersing. Into the air. Like we’re just vanishing into the air. Slowly, very slowly …
Everyday nihilism. Quotidian nihilism. A super-nihilism. That’s so vast. That we’re moving through like a galactic cloud … Like a nebula. One of those places where stars form.
Only here, nothing forms. Here, everything deforms, or unforms, or whatever. Just disperses into nothing.
An unhappening. A dehappening. A hollowing out of events. A de-eventing. Until everything’s indifferent. Until nothing happens at all.
And nothing adds up. Nothing makes anything else. Significance is … failing. It’s like we’re being hypnotised by something.
By what?
By a great blind eye. Watching us, without seeing us … It’s like we’re in some great trance. That we could just snap out of, if we could ….
Work in Progress 