We had a few good years.
Did we?
We were left alone. Left to get on with things. We were under the radar. And now we’re above the radar. We were Noticed. And a Plan had to be made. And now here we are.
Organisational Management, though! Organisational Management!
Some Buddhists actually pray for adversity. They like to test themselves.
So we’re being tested?
We’ll just end up teaching Organisational Management ethics, that’s all.
A test, like I said.
To think: Cicero left us to this.
It’s hardly her fault.
She left us. She disappeared. And now look what happened.
Cicero gave us our reputation. Shielded us. From the reality of the institution. From university shennanigans. She was very good at that. It was her Eastern European background. She knew how to negotiate with apparatchiks. Face it, we were spoilt. And now … welcome to reality.
I don’t like reality. I just want to close my eyes and pretend it never happened.
Let’s do something wild and unpredictable. Let’s turn suicide bomber, or whatever. Take a few of them out.
But we won’t, will we? We’re housetrained now. We’re housebroken.
If they knew what was in our head … in our heart … We’d burn them up. We’d burn everything up …
What’s all our philosophy good for if we can’t stop this?
How long did you think it could last, once Cicero left? The dream is over, right?
And this is what we’ve awoken to? God. I want to go back to sleep.
I want something to Happen. I want the roof to cave in. I want the Second Coming – Cicero’s second Coming. Why couldn’t she save us? We need saving.
I feel actual dread. I’m full of dread. I’m all dread. It’s like I’m on some high gravity planet. My limbs are so heavy.
Come on, we have something they’ll never have.
Like what?
Despair. A sense of total defeat.
It’s like we’re being readied for something …
Yeah, the kill.
It’ll be a slow strangulation. They’ll just drain the life out of us, but slowly. We’ll be teaching applied ethics, for all we know. Organisational Management ethics. God!
Work in Progress 