I miss the taste of revolution in my mouth.
That old hooligan of a prophet Nietzsche warned: “If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” Phblt. what would it find but more abyss? And there's the crux of the matter: heaving, devouring darkness peering intently at each other. This is what ambition amounts to, and the alchemy lies in making light.
The heat has been hammering at me. Nothing can be done. All of civilization, with its whirring air conditions and defiant stretches of parking lot, is nothing for our blazing father star. The sun is merciless. Philosophy, chemistry, nothing. Economics the rise of the information age, useless. Gay pride parades and the Geneva Convention, these things have melted. In visceral exhaustion nothing means anything.
Nothing, anything to be done, but alas, to google image search puppies.
Until then, the case for moderation: “Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.”
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