The Uttermost

Have we reached it: the uttermost of world disgust?

Are we, like, disgusted to the max? Have we moved from disgust with wine to disgust with everything? Have we generalised? Have we abstracted? Have we discovered the true object of disgust? Do we know, at least, what it means to be better than being? To live otherwise than existence?


So what happens now we’ve reached our great gnostic moment? What’s supposed to happen? Now we’ve reached perfect Gnosticism? Now that we’re finally against everything?

I mean, what are we left with? The world’s still the world. The ruins are still the ruins.