To declare the utter futility of everything, only to idolize the Baader-Meinhof Group. But we love them because they were inept, achieved nothing, and unlike most terrorists, knew how to have a good time. Besides, their gripes were legitimate. Germany's press was corrupt, and Germany's government was full of ex-Nazis who should have been behind bars. Still, they forgot the first and sole rule of Flight Club: "Only one thing matters: learning to be the loser." E.M. Cioran
We will sit here, overlooking the ruins of Chernobyl, until we die from radiation poisoning or turn into mutants. Because it's beautiful to us, this cityscape empty of people, and drunk on vodka we imagine the whole world thus, saved at last from the likes of us, who will finally and at long last have obliterated ourselves out of sheer incompetence. It is enough to say we never should have been here in the first place. No, our place is elsewhere, but where? Some Hell made in our own image. Let's just leave it at that.
We wear over our souls, they douse all that beautiful light that is within us. There are only a very few of us who are able to take them off and to walk, naked and shining, through the corn. The world is a lovely place we have transformed into a hell, by means of our egos that destroy not only us but also everything around us, and that cloud our eyes to the truth that we are all angels but do not know it, living in an inferno that should be Heaven, but never will be, thanks to the tattered overcoats we wear over our invisible and useless perfection.