He who fears God

Hugo is walking back and forth like a pendulum across the room and I wonder if he does it mechanically or because of restlessness or maybe anxiety  or maybe to see the entire room, I would not want to see the entire room that would be a lot of things to see at once, and lucas Wästlund is trying to explain stream of consciousness and draws the conclusion that you can never think of nothing and therefore you’re always thinking of something, thinking of nothing is thinking of something (what is a vacuum? Is it something?) and Andre is speaking about how he always thinks about making the world a better place and Anton speaks about how he sings before he sleeps, why would he sing before he sleeps that would make it very hard to sleep and are you really thinking about nothing when you’re meditating since you’re actually thinking about you’re breathing patterns I’m hungry I’m so goddamn hungry I want food now, today were being served sausage-based Stroganoff which feels like such a perverted version of classic russian beef stroganoff and I wonder why swedish people started calling this weird sausage stew Stroganoff, is it some weird type of collective culinary russophilia? My friend is a russophile, he loves russian black tea and pickled cucumbers that he buys from weird polish stores in Hässelby and he loves it oh so much. I’m scrolling through instagram visiting accounts of various french diners seeing pictures of wines, cocktails, cheeses, paté and charcuteries various beautiful shapes, sizes and assortments - all these pictures have an almost erotic elegance to them and make my mouth water - I want nothing but cheese and wine and bread and olives. Do not let this decadence however claim and appropriate a culture that it has no right to appropriate, this decadence is french and it is simple - it is vulgar in the old sense, not in the nouveau riche way. We eat cheese and drink wine like farmers, eat their honey and the blood of the earth. It does not belong to the upper classes - none of our blood belongs to the upper classes, our blood, the blood of the earth is the good blood of the good earth. Never been baptized - but I’ve heard the good word, see a dead fish? tape it to the ATM. Never join a church, join the good church of the good earth. Post reform, new traditionalist, ecclestical hegelian, neo-spinozian, nondenominational leninism, gnostic materialism, militant poet, longing for liturgy. He who fears God has nothing to fear. Give me cheese dipped in the good blood and holy honey from the good earth blessed by the good bees.