This is the taste of European nihilism.
We’re drinking the corpse of Old Europe. We’re drinking Old Europe, rotting in the barrel.
Eastern European doom has lifted. The aftermath of years of capitalism. They’re not day drinkers anymore. They’re not entirely alienated. They’re not natural Gnostics. There’s no energy of despair.
Even Eastern Europe’s all compulsory positivity now. Even Eastern Europe is all yes I can.
Their atheism isn’t spiritual. It doesn’t have depth. It isn’t a kind of negative theology.
Their nihilism isn’t religious. The absence of God isn’t present to them. Isn’t tangible. Isn’t thick.
Cicero knew what Europe had become. She saw it coming. She’d lost the European faith early.
Europe is dead. It had outlived its time. It’s essentially posthumous. It’s stinking up the place.
Work in Progress 