Do you think it’s possible to die of stupidity?” W. sighs. “Not as a consequence of that stupidity”, he notes, “but from stupidity. And shame”, W. asks me, “do you think you could die of shame, I mean literally die?”
We should hang ourselves immediately, W. thinks, it’s the only honourable course of action. We are compromised, utterly compromised.
Things are bad. We should kill ourselves, W. says. He’s thought of setting himself on fire before a crowd like that madman in Tarkovsky’s film. — “Not that it would do any good”, he says.
Lars Iyer, Spurious
