We’re … disengaged. We’re hollowed out. It’s like we’ve been inhabited by … monsters. By demons. By Nephilim.
Aren’t we dead? Aren’t we already dead? Isn’t everything we say just hollowed out in advance. Haven’t we been gutted like fish?
We’re the new kind of human being, without souls. We’re humanoids without conscience. God doesn’t live inside us. Nothing does.
Work in Progress 