Cancer

At least we have the intensity. At least we’ve kept our intensity. At our best! When we’re drunk!

At least we remember who we were, in our part time years. What we were reduced to.

At least we still pick at the scars.


We saw how things Worked, back then. We saw what was Really Going On. The Truth of the University: we saw that. The Truth of everything, the Truth of world!


We want the end, we want death, postgraduates. Our hope is for the end, for the destruction. There’s nothing in this world for us.

We must separate ourselves from this world. Live against it. Turn our faces away.

The only things that cheer us: signs of the end. Even though we know that the end will never come.


A kind of cancer of creation. No: creation as cancer.


Disgust reminds us. Disgust takes us back to what we should feel. What we should know. But only disgust for everything.

It’s not about this or that terroir, but about terroir as such. It’s not about the minerality of this soul, or these specific weather conditions. It’s about the earth in general. As such!

It’s not about this polluted terroir or that one. It’s not about this but of stinking earth. But of all earth.

It’s not about this poison, but the poison of it all. It’s not about this lie, but the Lie of existence. The Lie that we’re made to live.