there are some places that are dead and other that aren't. Athens died years ago. Festering among those ruins was something else. Bustling energy, angry decay, scattered trash, needles and human shit in alleys, grease, sweat, and sex. Socrates is dead.
They yearn for magic and unreason, which served them well in the past and might help them again. They’re keen to enter a new Dark Age. The lights are on, but they’re retreating into the inner darkness, into superstition and unreason. The future is going to be a struggle between vast systems of competing psychopathies, all of them willed and deliberate, part of a desperate attempt to escape from a rational world and the boredom of consumerism.