I saw a cruise ship thronged with people pass slowly through a sinking city, a loudspeaker voice blaring out, a glitter of flashing cameras, and was it death I saw? Indeed, and it was sublime. The sublime is everything, though now, in our fracturing world, it has become almost extinct. We live under the hegemony of constituent parts, and death, too, is under its jurisdiction. It is the death of the individual that matters, we are snatched away one by one, hidden from each other’s gaze, and only the specified death matters.
