Working Into the Night

We’re the last of our kind.

Probably a good thing. Does anyone actually need more of us?

 

Can we say that we resisted? That we weren’t taken in? Can we say that we set ourselves against it? Sought to live in the opposite direction? Was that enough? Was that what we were supposed to do?

 

I thought you were writing the last literary book.

I’ll write that, and you’ll write the last philosophical one.

And then what?

 

And what is the last literary book going to look like?

 

And what’s your book going to be called?

The hatred of poetry: Bataille wrote a book called l that. And Jean Mascolo edited a book called the hatred of philosophy. That’s the clue.

 

I’m writing into the night. Into my night. And it’s a relief and I love it. Because my night is peace and happiness and I’m using everything I am. Every part of me.