Drink

Drink is the question. Drink is the answer. Both at once.

 

Let’s drink to that. Let’s drink to everything. I’m feeling very expansive, with my drinking.

 

Drink is the answer, probably. Or is it the question?

Stop being so clever. I despise clever.

 

We’re not not alcoholics.

 

The world is disgusting.

We know that.

More than usually disgusting.

Maybe so.

 

Trillians. Where everybody knows your name.

And hates it.

 

We’re disgusting. God hates us.

 

We’re not drunk enough. We’re not angry enough. We’re not appalled enough. We not screaming enough.

 

There’s a hole down which we have to fall. It’s not enough to remain upright! There’s no excuse for uprightness!

 

What if the disaster never comes? What if the world never ends?

Oh God don't say that.

 

We need to discover the void – that’s why we drink. To remind ourselves of it. to bring it close.

Drink is the means of access to the void. And the void itself.

We’re, like, drunken Buddhists. Drunken Zen Buddhists. Looking for Enlightenment. Wherever we can find it.