Creation Lake

by Rachel Kushner

Guy Debord had once bragged that he wrote much less than those who write but drank much more than those who drink. He had not changed the world. Instead, he had merely become famous.

These people were always repeating a maxim about the end of the world, that it was “easier to imagine the end of the world than it was to imagine the end of capitalism.”

Rocks endure, Bruno said, and they give us this mistaken idea that human lives revolved around them, when it is merely that rocks are what is left. Which proves the tautology that durable things are durable, and not that ancient people were rock-centric, rock-focused, into rocks.

I said nothing, a generally effective method for getting people to continue to speak.