We are ferociously religious, says W., quoting Bataille. Are we? Oh yes, W. says, 'especially you. Especially you!' That's why he hangs out with me, W. says, he's sure of it: my immense religious instinct, of which I am unaware.
It's all to do with my intimate relationship with the everyday, W. says. It's to do with my years of unemployment and menial work, W. says.
When he thinks of religion, he immediately thinks of me working in my warehouse, he says. He immediately thinks of me, in the warehouse, with no hope in my life.
Only the hopeless can truly understand the everyday, W. says. Only they can approach the everyday at its level. And only those who can approach the everyday in such a way are really religious, W. says.
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