Nocturnal

We philosophical underlabourers. Modest, so modest. Content to simply wok in our corners. To busy ourselves in near darkness. Crouched over our laptops.


We’re the humiliators of European thought, even if we think we serve it. We’re the betrayers of European thought even if we think we’re working to preserve it. We’re the desecrators of continental thought, even if we believe we’re it’s most enthusiastic celebrants. We’re the murderers of European thought, even if we think we’re saving it. Even if we think we’re passing it on. Keeping it alive.


We’re the punishers of European thought, even if we think otherwise.


We simply confirm the worst cliches about continental philosophy. The most grievous charges against European thought.


European thought cannot survive the anglopshere. The anglopshere, in its entirety, is the domain of false light.


European thought is essentially vampiric. Essentially elitist. It can’t bear the light. It flees from the light.


European thought, buried in European coffins. Interred deep underground, in the European sod.


It’s nocturnal, continental thought. No one should try to bring it to the light. No one should venture to make it clear. It’s never asked for that – not in the Anglophone world. It wanted only to sink into forgetting, European thought. To achieve Oblivion. It didn’t want to speak its name in this world, continental thought – in the world of light. It didn’t want to be.