Against the Campus

We’re walking against the campus. Through it, but against it. We’re opposing against the campus. Everything we are.

 

How can resist this campus? What does resistance mean? Our resistance?

We need to call upon our philosophical powers.

What powers?

Summon our philosophical spirit animals, or whatever.

 

This rain … is artificial rain. This snow … You can’t trust the snow. You can’t trust the sky. These paving stones. You can’t trust them. Full of some terrible tech. Full of some new kind of surveillance device. And as for the lamp posts. Well, we all know about them.

 

What are we good for here? What can we do?

Nothing. But they want us here. To neutralise us. To capture us. To close us down. Our higher faculties.

But don’t you see: this is our highest test! Our greatest test! This is where we’re confronting the Beast. Our existential enemy. On the Beast’s home turf! This is what we’re for. All along.

Cicero gave us apocalyptic names; new names, didn’t she? She was preparing us for this apocalyptic task. This confrontation. Say it in German, Helmut! What’s confrontation in German!

Auseinandersetzung, Helmut says.

So lucky that we have a German with us! Who knows all the philosophical technical terms! A spiritual member of Philosophical Studies, if not an actual member … Who will help us with the Auseinandersetzung … isn’t that right, Helmut?

But we’re already drunk. We’ve peaked too early. We’ve shot out bolt! Too soon! We’re premature. By the time we get there, it’ll be too late. By the time we reach Organisational Management towers – Mount Doom, the eye of Sauron, or whatever – we’ll have lost our resolve.

 

What can we do? Can you feel my pulse … it’s racing. It’s roaring. It’s out of control. Panic … I’m panicked.