They’re probably listening to us now. Or some algorithm’s listening.
What could Organisational Management algorithms make us of us? The way we talk. With our bullshit and piss-taking and gallows-humour. Our irreverence. Our stupid in-jokes.
We’re not even philosophers, that’s what they don’t understand. Not even anything. Not even anyone. Not even … whatever. We’re not part of this, and not part of anything. We’re always lagging behind. Always lost. We’re never fully actualised. Never where we should be.
Yeah but what are we going to do with it: being not even philosophers?
Nothing. Just be.
And then what? How are we going to resist? Actually do something.
We just have to be ourselves. Or rather, not be ourselves. Not be anything.
It’s futile.
We’re futile. We’re for nothing. We’re useless … That’s our strength.
Work in Progress 