The slow invasion of nothingness. The slow voiding. Is that it? Is that how it’s going to happen? A slow numbing. The poison gradually reaching all the extremities …
The voiding of our lives. The emptying of our lives.
That’s been going on too long. That’s been going on all our lives … That is our lives. Nothing but our lives.
A gradual … distancing. Like our atoms are dispersing. Into the air. Like we’re just vanishing into the air. Slowly, very slowly …
An unhappening. A dehappening. A hollowing out of events. A de-eventing. Until everything’s indifferent. Until nothing’s happening at all.
A super-nihilism. So vast. That we’re moving through like a region of space. Like an anti-nebula. Like a space where stars unform. Where everything disperses into nothing.
But our lives have been voided. Our lives have been emptied out.
A process of … nihilisation. A slow dissolution. Until there’s nothing left but nihilism.
And nothing adds up. Nothing makes anything else. Significance is … failing.
It’s like we’re being hypnotised by something. By some great blind eye. That watches us, without seeing us … Like we’re in some great trance.
A very slow vortex. Slowly turning. At the heart of everything.
Turning in our hearts. It’s turning in the world – at the heart of the world. Turning in all things.
Negative philosophy, like negative theology.
Voided philosophy.
A kind of blindness. Black, blind depths that see. That see us. And through us, like an X-ray. That see our nothingness.
The void, swallowing us all. The void, that’s everywhere. In all of us. Looking out of our eyes. Looking at us in the eyes of others. Looking at us from the sky – the whole blind sky. Looking down, blindly, in the sky’s blindness.
Work in Progress 