Bruno had declared in his letters that capitalism wasn’t coming to an end. The only option was to leave the world. An abstruse idea, as he didn’t mean leave the blue-green earth. He meant leave our world on it, cast off an entire manner of inhabiting reality. At first this idea struck me as lonely and hopeless. But maybe it is only by admitting that some harmful condition is permanent, that you begin to locate a way to escape it.
