My God. These buildings. So vast! So high! Babel all over again. Did they think they could build whatever they liked? Apparently. And the names for these buildings. Can’t you feel the evil?
Did Satan fall to earth here, on the Organisational Management campus?
Which chapter of Revelations are we in, on the Organisational Management campus?
All that’s left to us are more or less spectacular suicides. Which no one will understand.
We’re lost in the coils of our evil. Lost in the coiling, the writhing. Lost in the agitation of our sin. Lost in the deepening of the Fall.
Does the horror know itself as horror? Does it feel its own horror? Is it innocent, in its horrifyingness?
Work in Progress 