September 30,2007; Wednesday afternoon, July 12,20017 at 1: 36 p.m.
- written after reading Francis Fukuyama's book on
political philosophy The End of History and The Last Man
The odds are against us
as they always have been,
but I can't help believing
in our ‘intrinsic worth', lie
that this is, this lie I choose
to believe.Life teaches us
to believe in nothing though
we constantly deceive ourselves,
constantly believe in one thing
or another we believe will
save us.Nothing saves us.
Meanwhile, life goes on,
for now anyway, almost every
important indicator pointing
to the end of history
and the last man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem