We’re going to be buried by the rubble of the collapsing world.
Is that what will happen?
We’re going to be buried alive in the ruins. By the great ruination. The world-collapse … It’s already collapsed, it just hasn’t reached us yet. It’s everything but happened … And we’re totally ready, Just waiting. All our lives, gathered up, waiting to be offered.
Offered to what?
I don’t know – just offered up. To the cause.
To what cause?
Of embracing Futility, capital F. Our Fate, or whatever … Our Fatelessness … Our pointlessness.
So you’re just going to offer yourself to pointlessness.
Sure.
To Futility, capital F.
It all burns up to something.
What about nihilism? Are you going to offer yourselves up to that?
You can set nihilism aflame. And offer it up.
To your blank transcendence … Your void …
I want to unleash the void in all things. I want the void to burn. And for it to burn inside us, too. I want to release the void in our hearts to the Void, capital V. To set ourselves on fucking fire … We’ll burn because we know. No – that burning is our knowledge. It’s the void aflame.
The burning void: sounds like a Swans album.
All we can do is gather up all the futility – all these failed days – and do something with it. Everything botched. All the blind alleys. All the mediocre stuff. We’ll … offer it up … And what never mattered will matter. And what was lost and forgotten will no longer be lost and forgotten.
Work in Progress 