28/01/2026
We allow ourselves to be deluded because of the basic proposition anything is better than nothing. Nothing is the big fear. That there will be just some empty void, a desolation, an abyss. The abject condition of falling out of the dreamed hope, the paradise in which all that seemed to contain and reassure and validate our existence is experienced as a bunch of empty signifiers, as insubstantial as the fluff on a dandelion at the end of its life and that the winds of fate just blow us hither and thither and in that fear we want to cling to something and it doesn't really matter what it is and that is truly desolate that we sell our soul for a mess of pottage
- James Low