Hyperbolic Times

These are hyperbolic times. These are careening times. These are train-jumps-the-track-lines times.

It’s never been as wild as this. There’s never been this degree of arrant madness. Obvious madness. There have never been times like these …

I swear it’s accelerating. I swear it’s intensifying. The madness … The mad madness. They don’t even pretend to make sense, that’s the thing. It doesn’t matter than nothing makes sense.

They even celebrate it, knowing that it doesn’t make sense. Unless – this is the scary thing – they think it does make sense.

Whatever next? English moved to Marine Engineering? History to Chemical engineering? Classics to Chemical Engineering? Don’t they see how mad this is?

The true madness is that they don’t.

And now a party! To celebrate it all, apparently. To celebrate the madness.

Now they’re throwing party for the madness. As if that didn’t just add to the madness.

The university in parody. But it doesn’t mind being in parody.

Pull the emergency break. There has to be an emergency break.

 

We might as well shout at the sky. The sky should hear us! We need to raise the alarm! We need to pull the emergency break!

We can’t go on! We can’t take it! Too … much … senselessness … Too … much … madness.

We’re beyond breaking point. We’re actually broken. We’re in pieces. An ocean of madness has broken in and carried us away. We’ve been dispersed on the great wave …