adieux: du spectacle mon amour – nein dasein nein dasein nein dasien
it was nice knowing you
it was nice knowing you
huis clos(ure) (no?) an end without exit a circle without entry || an eternal return (v pure?)
perhaps it was too soon, history had yet to catch up; or it had always-already been too late, and we were fooling ourselves, and we were fooling you all, and we were all grand fools in a fool world; both audience and clown, both laughter and tears, as the theatre around us burned a cacophonous scream
perhaps we deserve nothing more than this, for our ignorance, for our arrogance, for our pleasure, for our hatred, for our suffering, for our love — a love too fucking grand and terrifying to remain unbattered, untouched, unalienated, uncrushed, un un un, the beating pulse of a world still struggling, despite everything, to be more than it is, to burst apart the concrete seams, the fool’s parade, the fool’s theatre, the fool’s zine
it was nice
but it was never enough
and so it ends.
