Diary of a Plague Year
Thinking evil means making evil. The passions become evil and insidious when they are considered evil and insidious. Nietzsche.
What do we do when we’ve used up the last reserve of past centuries and all we’re left with is the uncanny emptiness of our post-culture? We attempt to convert the emptiness to fullness, as if trying to turn carbon dioxide back into oxygen. We start arguments that have no consequences; debate the pet projects of academics that have trickled into the mainstream and accumulated there like toxins.