No Time Like the Past

Paul Driscoll: We live in a cesspool, a septic tank, a gigantic sewage complex in which runs the dregs, the filth, the misery-laden slop of the race of men: his hatred, prejudices, passions, and violence. And the keeper of this sewer: man. He is a scientifically advanced monkey who walks upright, with eyes wide open into an abyss of his own making. His bombs, fallout, poisons, radioactivity. Everything he designs as an art for dying is his excuse for living. We live in an exquisite bedlam. An insanity. Maybe all the more grotesque by the fact that we don't recognize it as insanity.