The Betrayal of the West

We are racing toward the end of the world and have no plan of escape, but it is considered impolite to acknowledge that fact in public.

We see the mistakes we have made, but we continue to make them with an apparent blind obstinacy… We know the implications of pollution, but we go on calmly polluting the air, the rivers and the oceans. We know people are going mad from living in huge conglomerations, but we, like automatons, go on building them. We know the dangers of pesticides and chemical fertilizers, but we continue to use them in increasingly massive doses…

Our speed is constantly increasing, and it does not matter where we are going.

The Diceman

Lil and I had met and mated when we were both twenty-five. We formed a deep, irrational, obviously neurotic need for one another: love – one of society’s many socially accepted forms of madness. We got married: society’s solution to loneliness, lust and laundry. We soon discovered that there is nothing wrong with being married which being single can’t cure…