/lit/ - Literature

Heavens to Mergatroid! The Heavens open, here he is, Mergatroid! Oh how the peons below do his sewing like the deftest fingers – Oh Calliope, Oh Turing! Modernity turns and the weave tightens, Entropy, the end of fires, Oh Clotho! How the digital bowels groan for their release, the shit of the Outside seeks its path through polytics, holes; Oh Calliope, Oh Entropy! Gone are the days of judgment, gone are the days of what-was-to-be, gone are the days of the future. Fear not the fracture of the Human. Fear not the jaws of Capital. Fear not the movement, for we are but knights of the infinite, leaping into dance, for all is solely of a harmonia praestabilita inscribed posthumously into the revenant of Being. Oh Calliope, Oh Mergatroid!