(I don't think this is a manifesto at all to be honest. This is more like, i'm freaking out on the bus home crying and heaving. Do you ever feel like, the universe is a very bright place? And then earth is a little duller than the ideal, and then your town is maybe not the most radiant around, and when you approach your house it's like a cloud passing in front of the sun, climbing the stairs you notice colors fading, until you finally unlock the door and step in and it's dark and it's gray and no magic has ever graced these walls. Once the universe ends they will still be here because the universe can't permeate that far into nothingness. It doesn't want to touch it. You could survive oblivion in here bc such things are weaker than the radiating ennui. And the weird thing is, it's got nothing to do with the place itself. It follows you around. I love hotel rooms, btw, they're great.)
There could be manifestos here, though.