For Bladee, the Beloved Subject is untouchable, indescribable, and unrealizable: a kind of chimerical half-person, half-concept, in which full, bodily consummation is not only impossible but actually undesirable. To “achieve” the Beloved Subject would break the Beloved’s spell, and with it, one’s enchanted vision of reality—thus, one is better off vibrating in a semi-real state of agonized, perpetual, quasi-pleasurable longing.

The name “Bladee” suggests that this world can be endlessly remixed, that it may not be the only world, that blades may have begun with prehistory and may last into posthistory, but that they can be plucked from that human timeline and examined with the Sableye-esque eyes of ahistory, until they become a non-object, a fiery sword, a fiery word, spinning around in one’s hands like a CS:GO F-inspect performed from a cold heaven.