Antiverse

It’s all screaming. Everything is screaming. All things. The atoms themselves. The stars. The nebulae.

Nothing wants to live. Nothing believes the lie of life.

 

Everything was killed, even if it was never alive. Every atom is a cry. Every molecule. Every tiny thing and every vast thing.

All things, crying. All things, dead and falling. Everything falling in this fallen universe.

 

There’s only screaming. Is there anything other than screaming?

It’s crying for help. It’s all crying for help. But who is it crying to?

 

This is the anti universe. The antiverse, calling out to the universe. The antiverse, where something’s wrong. Where everything’s wrong. Twistedness, without anything to twist.

This is what’s revealed. This is what shows itself. This is what we’ve been shown. Tonight. On this campus.

The desperation. The cry. The hatred of all things for themselves. Of being made to be. Hatred – that they are at all.  That anything is anything, and therefore complicit.

 

The universe, going down. Everything going down, sinking. The sinking sky. All down in flames.