Abominations

It takes abominations to know the abomination.


People always imagine idiots to be happy. But we’re not happy, are we? Except when we’re lost in our idiocy. Except when we get especially drunk.


We don’t believe in anything. The organ of belief … has atrophied. We’ve got nothing to believe with.


We have no hobbies. We have no interests. We’re not broad personalities. We’re arrested in some vital sense. It’s like with pop stars, who don’t grow up when they become famous. You, like, stop maturing when you begin your PhD.


Quoting Schiller: “Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain.”


What did our idiocy allow in the academe? It’s like when blind people develop an especially strong sense of hearing. We must have developed other skills. Like sonar? Like clairvoyance?

Intellectual skills. Or para-intellectual ones. Thing to compensate for out general stupidity.


The upturned tortoise of our lives.


High on our own philosophical supply.


The flaming zeppelin of our careers.


We’re products of mass HE. Face it. The finest fruit of mass HE!


Let’s kill ourselves.

Let’s not.

Let’s hang ourselves! We’ve been ailve too long! We’ve seen too much! Things are only getting worse!

Let’s strangle ourselves! Let’s strangle each other. Put your hands around my throat, and I’ll put my hands around yours.

I’m surprised we don’t just spontaneously combust. From disgust. Our blood and guts everywhere.


All these years, we’ve been allowed to get away with it. To pretend we’re philosophers, or whatever. Someone let us get away with it. The whole masquerade. But time was going to be up, soon enough. Our time will be up. Our number, called. Time gentlemen please, and all that. It’s going to be over.


We can’t help but be stupid. And being stupid is just a way of being what we are.

Which is?

Stupid.

Oh God. No more.


We’re just becoming more stupid, I think.

No, we’re coming into our stupidity. Our stupidity is increasing. Livia would be proud. We’re becoming what we are.

You shouldn’t be proud of your stupidity, Livia always said that.


We’ve ODd on philosophy.


Someone should stage an intervention – a stupidity intervention.

Would it stop us?


We’re in the doldrums.

What actually are doldrums?


All our talk of despair – do we know what despair is? Do we know what we’re saying when we talk about despair?


We weren’t savants, though we’d like to have been. We weren’t prodigies.

We thought we might be late developers. We thought with a certain amount of time, given a certain chance … we’d come into our own.

That’s what we believed, in our heart of hearts. It’s what we couldn’t help but believe.