How dare the sun shine, when we’re feeling so gloomy!? How dare there be a day at all!? How dare the sun even rise! How dare there be a sky! How dare there be a sea! How dare there be … these dreadful blocks of flats.
How dare North Shields exist, let alone South Shields! We’ve had enough of existing things. And existence in general.
How dare anything be! Continue to be! Continue to exist! How dare that we ourselves continue to exist!
The calamity that we are! Which is at one with the general calamity. The bad taste of it all! The bad taste that anything continue to exist! The bad taste of a sunny day, in the midst of horror!
Ah, why does it only register in us, this hatred of all things for themselves? The way the world is appalled by itself? The temerity! The outrage! Why are we the only ones who know it?
Auto-horror. Auto-hatred. Auto-disgust. At ourselves! Ourselves first of all!
Work in Progress 