Aren’t we tired of being alive? Aren’t we tired of the confusions of life? Haven’t we had enough of continuing to live? Isn’t continued life just more twisting to us? More confusion to us?
And we don’t want to be confused, not anymore. We don’t want to be twisted.
Untwist us. Undo us. Return us to nothing. Unlive us. Rewind us. All the way back to … what? Inception?
The great subtraction: that’s what we want. The great deletion. The great Correction.
Can a book correct us? Might a book undo us? And a philosophy in the book?
A dark philosophy. No: a dark non-philosophy. An unphilosophy that wants to swallow us up into darkness. Take us into its great dark stomach.
Work in Progress 