Crossing the campus.
I can’t believe we’re still alive. I can believe that we’re still – actually – alive. It’s amazing, isn’t it? In a world that’s this disgusting.
It’s amazing that we haven’t just burst into flames in our disgust. In our being appalled.
It’s amazing that the world hasn’t destroyed itself out of some vast self-loathing. That the world – their world – hasn’t just exploded. Out of some vast disgust. Some enormous horror.
It’s designed to induce feelings of impotence and despair, this campus. It’s designed to make us feel dwarfed and diminished and defeated and compromised.
It wants us to know that resistance is futile – utterly so. It wants us on our fucking knees.
Work in Progress 