And now we’re marching across the campus! Across the Organisational Management campus! The magnificent seven (if we include our postgraduates), across the Organisational Management campus! Over the paving stones! By the great buildings. This building, that building. The Core. The Catalyst. The Idea. The Concept …
Can’t we feel the dynamism? The energy? Are we inspired?
The future’s here. The future’s angular. The future’s covered in metal cladding. Like some knock off Daniel Libeskind. The future’s got grass roofs …
And the future’s sustainable! The future’s explaining its sustainability. Advertising its sustainability. Plaques everywhere, advertising the campus as a sustainable campus! Advertising the sustainability features of the campus to all who cross it. Marketing it! Internally marketing it. To us, the campus’s staff. And its students. Reassuring us that it’s all fully sustainable. Selling itself as sustainable, 100% sustainability. Setting an example of its sustainability.
And even smug, about its own sustainability. Even virtue signalling its own sustainability.
This metal and glass campus. The glass. Dark windows. Staring out at nothing.
This is Architecture. It’s supposed to be dynamic. Exciting. It’s supposed to be of the future. It’s supposed to be inspiring. To generate ideas! Have we had any ideas? Any thoughts?
It’s a nudging campus. It nudging us in the direction it wants. Into behaving as it wants. We’re adjusting our behaviour – we don’t know it, but we are.
The campus is reforming our souls. But at least we have souls … for the moment. Not for that much longer.
The campus shows you what kind of person you are. If you feel at home here: a campus person. A person who will inherit the future. And if you don’t? If you’re depressed by the campus … If you despair … If you’ve had enough of the campus (and the campus will always make sure that you’ve had enough, if you’re a certain kind of person …) Straight to the euthanasia booths!
Are there actually euthanasia booths?
There will be.
No despairers on this campus. No alcoholics! No homeless! No vagrants! No tramps! They’re taken care of. Nudged away.
Everyone here’s purposeful. With a good attitude. Availing themselves of opportunities for leisure. For work. Everyone here, enjoying the public spaces. Heading to work. To the gym. To the café. To play badminton. (That’s the campus sport: badminton. Everyone can unwind with a bit of badminton, in the famous campus badminton halls.)
Don’t like badminton? Well, there’s activities for all ages. Places to date. To meet someone. Go bowling. Play darts. Beer pong. Beer pong! Have you ever played beer pong! Karoke joints … Tai chi …
There’s even a place for ecumenical worship. For your spiritual needs. Non denominational. Open to all.
It’s doing things to us, this campus. It’s working on us.
It’s leading us. Driving us. As though it were some kind of cattle run – a very gentle cattle run. As though it were some gentle abattoir.
We’re being channelled by the campus. Led somewhere. Taken. We’re flowing, with the campus. We don’t need signposts. We’re being borne along to its centre, to Organisational Management towers (not its real name.) We’re being taken to the centre. There’s somewhere it wants us to go. We’re being led. By the nose. To its hub. We’re being taken to its leader.
The campus steers us, almost without our know it. Gentle descents. The downward slope of the paving stones. Gathered onto the paving stone path, led onward on the path. And now we’re following a poem, written on a metal band that’s wending through the campus. Now we’re follow the sinuous curve of that poem, as it winds through the campus. It’s suppose to be replicating the course of the culvetted river beneath. To meander as a river does.
And there’s running water on the campus. Sort-of-rivers – created rivers, channels of pacing tiles, elevated a little. Water flowing. Sustainably, no doubt.
The campus is doing sinuous. This campus is doing flow. But it can only be fake flow. It can only be false sinuous.
The campus is doing ups and downs. There’s a drama to the topography. They couldn’t flatten it. Or is it part of the design? Perhaps it was all planned this way. Perhaps they made hills and valleys.
Probably the whole design was bought from some globalist’s template. Probably exactly the same campuses are being built all over the world. In one hundred and four campuses at once. Designed for mind control.
It’s part of the great globalist coup d’etat. The whole synchronised global takeover. They’ve perfected the legal framework. The financial framework. This is part of the architectural framework. Of the higher education initiative.
They know what they’re doing. They know what the effect of all this is on us. The dwarfing. The feeling of futility. Of impotence. That others, greater than us are in charge. That there’s no point in lifting a finger … But then why would they?
The campus is right about everything. It’s on the right side of history. As we are not.
And now, the culmination of the campus. Now the peak of the campus. This is where it all comes together. This is where it’s led.
The Organisational Management building! Organisational Management towers! The command centre of it all. The hub around which it was all built (its official name: The Hub.) That provides it with its meaning..
This is an Organisational Management campus, after all. An Organisational Management campus built with Organisational Management money. Which is why it’s only right that the whole thing orbits Organisational Management towers …
Work in Progress 