Alright. I'll bite. It's 2:29am in a Denny's here and I've been awake for nearly 24 hours after waking up and eating amphetamines to plow through assignments and finals on 2 hours of sleep. Followed by work.

This place is special. It's special like the green light in Gatsby. The ever present desire to return to the past. The sense of the limitless possibilities of youth. And they're playing songs only you and your friends used to hear.

Nick Cave is not presenting a deconstruction of ideology anymore than he's presenting the ideology of centrism. He wants to avoid ideology not to cleanse himself of mental distractions but rather to avoid taking responsibility for life. I can sense the resignment that happens when things become difficult. This is most evidenced by this statement:

Even though it would be so much easier to doze off in the arms of a mutually decided truth, I find that, in most cases, structured systems of faith are specifically designed to switch off the apparatus of inquiry by presenting themselves as the ‘one true religion’. As a consequence, I am left feeling bored and cornered by the hubris of their own sureness.

Of course, we need to ignore the hubris of deciding there is no answer. The choice that is the failure to choose. The fear of being wrong that leads one to do nothing at all. The ideology of nothingness.

However, my duty as a songwriter is not to try to save the world, but rather to save the soul of the world. This requires me to live my life on the other side of truth.

That's a direct quote from Terence McKenna who also lived on the other side of truth. Who much like Goebbles embraced lying as a professional strategy of advancement. Who just didn't fucking get it. Where the responsibility for creating a better world rests on nobody, and we should all collectively take our ball and go home. Because nothing is ever to be achieved by getting one's feet wet.

Antifa and the Far Right, for example, with their routine street fights, role-playing and dress-ups are participants in a weirdly erotic, violent and mutually self-sustaining marriage, propped up entirely by the blind, inflexible convictions of each other’s belief systems.

Mutually self-sustaining marriage. We're talking about the Nazis versus the anti-Nazis. We're talking about the people versus the brownshirts. The arrogance of these people. Let's ignore the fact fascism is back big time, and there exist forces that would love to get rid of the other. Genocide is brewing again, and the least sexy thing you can do is care.

By choosing to arrogantly dissociate from ideology and claim himself superior, Nick has chosen the ultimate ideology of them all. The idea that life just isn't worth living.

"Never, ever give up." - Winston Churchill