Our fatalism.
The world is lost, we know that. We know it’s all played out, the world. We know what it can be, what it can’t be. We’re reconciled to it – we’ve accepted it. Actually, we don’t want to hope. It’d be too much to hope – we actually want things to remain the same. We want the usual horror. Safe horror.
The world’s just doing what the world does. It’s the old fatality, dressed up differently.
Work in Progress 