Is it already over? Have all the battles been lost? Was the rout so irrevocable? Was the defeat been so entire? Was it wipe-out inevitably and in advance?
We were only ever scavengers of the end. End-times opportunists. Rag pickers. Collectors of scraps. Bricolagers.
We were only ever bricolagers, turning the bright pages of theory. Of continental philosophy. Magpie-sifting. A bit of this, a bit of that.
All the magic books. All our holy books. The theory funhouse: there for the ransacking.
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