There isn't anything anywhere anymore. There's nothing left anywhere, not anymore: what was it Kraznohorkai wrote? Kraznohorkai: he knows we're at the end, says W. He knows it's over. W. likes to read me great passages from War and War, especially the ones near the end.
They have ruined the world, he reads, they have ruined everything they've managed to get their hands on, and by waging an endless treacherous war of attrition they have managed to get their hands on everything, ruined everything – seized it, ruined it and carried on in this way until they had achieved complete victory, so that it has been one long triumphal march of seizing and ruining.
Did you hear that?, says W. One long triumphal march of seizing and ruining. There's nothing left anymore, not anywhere, says W., as we pull into the station.
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