It’s ontological hatred. They cannot help but hate us. They cannot but want to destroy us. We’re aberrants, to them. We’re things to be destroyed.
We’re not just to be merely swept aside. Not carefully unpicked. Not targeted with bespoke and attentive insults, as Livia’s insults were bespoke and attentive. Not immaculately shaped put-downs, like Livia’s.
It’s not all about our legitimate strangeness. We’re not special idiots to these Organisational Management fuckers, right? They don’t give a fuck about our special stupidity that Livia was trying so hard to cultivate. We’re not Livia’s special idiots to them …
It’s impersonal destruction. It’s indifferent. They want to wipe us out – that’s all. They want to utterly destroy us and all trace of us and all memory of us. Which is why we have to keep a record of these things. Why you have to write them down, Shiva.
Work in Progress 