We’re so awake. And we don’t even want to be awake. It’s like we’re looking out for something. Like something wants us to notice it. We’re watchmen, right? But what are we watching for?
The disaster.
But the disaster’s already happened.
The way the disaster’s unfolding, then. The way it’s opening. The way it’s blooming in some disgusting way. And that’s what we’re tasting, in this wine. That’s what leaves this taste. It’s what we’re disgusted by: the bouquet of the disaster. The rancidity of the disaster.
Work in Progress 