Why now? What is it about this time? Isn’t it amazing to be alive through all of this? To be living as it all comes down. Hard to believe it’s a complete coincidence …
As if we were just supposed to hang ourselves. One by one.
As if we should feel guilty for living, and just destroy ourselves. As quickly as possible!
We should be angrier, right? The fury of God: that’s what it should be about. We need to unleash that fury. There needs to be a judgement.
We’ve got to stop hating ourselves. We’ve got to stop being weirdly turned in on ourselves. Our hatred needs to be allowed to become love.
Who would we be if we weren’t contorted? And twisted? And turned in on ourselves?
We need to be opened out of ourselves. Out of our self-devouring. Out of our hatred. And all we are is hatred. And I don’t want to just hate.
I want to be opened. I don’t want to be hollow. To be possessed by something good, not something evil.
Love: do you believe in that? Do you believe in a love that could possess us? That could just beam out of us? That’s what it would mean to become an angel …
What we are is twistedness. We wouldn’t be anything else. Corruption …
Hollowness: it’s what we have in place of a soul.
We get more complicated. Turned in on ourselves. Sure.
But we’re not so evil. We’re not so special. We’re not so very very bad. Twistedness is what makes us interesting – that’s what Nietzsche would say. The sick animal is also the interesting animal.
Work in Progress 