Trickster

Don’t attribute these motives to her. She was a trickster. She was a provocateur. There wasn’t anything serious about Livia.

But that lack of seriousness was seriousness.

She was playing games. 5D chess, or whatever …


The trickster isn’t serious. Just wants to laugh at everything. Leaves nothing in its place – just empty laughter.


Pagan laughter. The laughter of paganism.

Laughter that laughs at itself laughing. At its own imposture, and all imposture. That is nothing but the void laughing, and the void in all laughter. The creation laughing at itself. The creation despising itself.


This isn’t Jupiter’s laughter, where laughter is part of some greater joy. It’s wicked laughter. It’s laughter that says, you won’t get anywhere. Everything’s pointless. It’s nihilistic laughter. It’s a big no to everything. It says: everything was fucked up from the start.


What if – what if Livia was a demon who fed on failure. All along. What I she lived on our misery. Harvested it. For her dark master. What if she just wanted to fuck things up. And to enjoy her fuckery.


We should do away with ourselves. We should go down with the ship. We’d throw ourselves on Livia’s funeral pyre. Burn up with her. Why should we outlive her? Outlast her? What would they do with us after Livia?