This is what it’s like to live in the wrong timeline.
How do we get to the right one?
We don’t. We’re stuck here … This is a separate universe, don’t you see? A gone-wrong universe. A fucked up one. This is the one in which Organisational Management’s, like, taken over. This is the one where this campus exists.
Doesn’t it exist in other timelines?
It’s still the Newcastle Brown brewery, in other timelines. They still make Newcastle Brown in the city, in other timelines. They’re not boring to the centre of the earth in search of energy, in the other timelines. They’ve not laid fancy paving stones over the earth …
This whole universe is suffering. It’s howling out. It knows that it should exist and that we shouldn’t exist – not like this.
This whole universe knows it should not be. The sky. The stars – they know it. The earth underneath all this knows it too.
It’s groaning. I can hear it.
This is a branched-off universe. A split-off universe.
The universe says, help me. As we say, help me. What it wants is to be put out of its misery. And so do we: put out of this misery. So that this universe can just shut down and the real one continue.
What’s it like in the real universe?
There’s no Organisational Management Campus. Just think of that.
This is the universe in which Gnosticism is actually true.
I thought Gnosticism was all about the demi urge and alien gods and beings strangers in a strange land, not about Organisational Management campuses.
Show what you know, fuck-o.
This universe is like a planet spinning off into darkness. Unchained from the sun. Lost from all orbits. Off it goes. Further into the darkness.
This is where we’re made to lie. Where there are nothing but lies, and all you can do is lie. As soon as you open your mouth.
Work in Progress 