If José Saramago’s “stone raft” broke away from the continent and wandered the ocean in pursuit of utopia, the British concrete island declares its separation from the European Union as immovable, ready to be swallowed up by the same financial capital that generated this rupture. The third leg of The Devils’ journey, down into the British abyss, through its quicksand.
In reporting the exit polls, which will then prove to be all too accurate, the compassed BBC presenter uses the word “catastrophe”. The Tories triumph, Jeremy Corbyn resigns and Boris Johnson announces that Brexit is imminent. The second leg of The Devils’ journey at the end of the British night, indeed: at the beginning of the end for the UK.
“Brexit” is the buzzword running through the country. Against Europe, which is injecting migrants into the veins of the island. Against “the other”, the antagonist, the enemy. The external factor that allows a general and widespread shedding of responsibility. The first stage of a journey of The Devils at the end of the British night, while elections are approaching, together with the coldest and
I divanetti verdi sono rimasti vuoti, gli "honourable gentlemen" allevati come polli da batteria nelle più prestigiose università sono stati costretti a concludere anzitempo il loro spettacolo. E tutto intorno a Westminster, a progressivi cerchi concentrici dal privilegio al degrado, Londra narcotizza l'attesa della Brexit in modalità "business as usual".