When I am manic I am a leftist; when I feel normal I am a pessimist. 

The key question of post-nihilist praxis is why should anybody care about anything. We’re split from ourselves. We know the world is a cold dead corpse and that any warmth is a synaptic flare produced by the moronic mechanisms of our hominid being. And still we want to reduce suffering or to engage in projects of liberation. Why? In True Detective the antinatalist pessimist protagonist pursues a dark heroism centred on justice and motivated by compassion: why? In stating that “no lives matter” one is not attempting to offend black activists or black people or white people who get offended on behalf of black people in some ritual of affective substitutionalism; stating that “no lives matter” is first of all stating it to oneself. The question “why should I care?” is also the question “why do I care?”. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you care about. It doesn’t matter if you’re Moldbug or Srnicek and William: if you can’t the this question it will keep coming back, haunting you, burning your throat as it  repeats like gastric acid. Why and how do you care? If you can’t answer that then you can have the most compelling emancipatory vision in the world, and still find yourself out there on the fringes.