I think we might be in Kafka’s burrow.
Or in Homer’s Hell.
The descent is very literary, apparently.
No one’s interested in literature anymore.
I don’t think the earth’s going to save us.
I was just hoping the earth would bury us. And all our mistakes. The mistake of our lives.
Livia wanted to lead us into the darkness. The truth isn’t about light anymore. Heidegger knew that.
It’s not about illuminating the darkness. About opening the darkness in the darkness. Like another dark dimension. It’s about the meta earth. The deeper earth.
It’s about what’s hidden. About what shows itself only as it retreats. The night that plunges more deeply into the night, and so on.
You only ever see the hindquarters of God – AKA being, for Heidegger. The Truth is ahead of us, tunnelling down and down, like some giant mole.
There’s just the earth, that’s all. The thick earth. The heavy earth. That doesn’t mean anything. That’s tired of meaning. Of all the theories – all the philosophers. That’s seen out all the burnt-out ideologies.
The earth’s the only thing that’s real. It’s not good, it’s not evil. it just is, all around us. Above us, below us. There’s an earth-sky. And the earth earth. This tunnel is the only thing that’s preventing us from being crushed.
But I’d like to be crushed. I’d like the tunnel to collapse. I’d like it all to fall in. For the bricks to crumble. For the architecture to fail.
An incursion of the earth – that’s what I want. To bury us. Would that be a quick way to die, do you think? Would we be crushed all at once? Or would death take longer, like in an earthquake, when you can still hear cries from the ruins days later?
We’d swallow the earth, wouldn’t we? The earth would fill our mouths. It wouldn’t be possible to say anything – not anymore.
*Obliteration – that’s what I want. Never to have existed! Never to have been born! Never to have been conceived. But never for our parents to have been born. And their parents! Our whole bloodlines!
For there to have been nothing else but earth. For all that there has ever been to have been earth. Just earth, and nothing besides. No life – no human life, or any life.
We have to go under for the new humanity to appear. And we have to go under the earth. We have to be buried by earth …
Work in Progress 