Here

And what of us? Are we here? Can we say we’re here, philosopher? And what does it mean to be here, anyway?

Who are we, here? Where is this place … this no-place. This absence.

Has everything ended? Has it all ended? But it’s an endless end. And what about the beginning? Are things going to begin – all over again? But it’s a beginning without beginning. Without initiative. Nothing commences here.

We’re lost here. Everything is lost except what we’re saying. Which is only saying that we’re lost.