The Organisational Management campus.
We’re losing ourselves. Forgetting who we were. What it was like outside – outside the campus. In the real world.
Becoming vague. Becoming brain-fogged. Is it something in the air? Are they pumping something into the air? I wouldn’t put it past them.
Some anti-philosophy gas. Some anti-thinking substance.
They’re probably raining it down from the clouds. From the controlled sky. From the controlled clouds. Raining barium and strontium and God knows what else -ium. Pouring it down.
We have to remember … the people we were. The great names of philosophy. Recite them. Gilles Deleuze. Franz Rosenzweig. Recite quotations. Whole pages! In the original language, if we were capable of that! Like mantras!
Work in Progress 