This world isn’t real. It’s like The Man in the High Castle: did you ever read that? It’s a fake world. That split off from reality in some weird way. It’s a false timeline..
So what’s going in the true world? Are there versions of us?
I guess so.
When did the splitting off take place?
When they built the campus, I reckon. When they demolished the Newcastle Brown building.
Is there any prophecy about the idiots who come at the end of philosophy? About us – the twisted ones. The fuck-witted ones …
What role do we have? What are we here to achieve? Who will we save?
No one. Not even ourselves, I reckon.
We’re part of this. We were made by this. So paranoid! So deranged! So hyperbolic!
We’re as sick as this – the whole world. We’re as twisted as it is – the entire thing, this whole world. We’re no better … Probably worse …
Are we going to explode this world – this fake world? Are we going to destroy the abomination? This offshoot from real history?
Are we going to destroy ourselves – what this timeline has made us into? Will we have to kill our false selves? These shadows of what we really are?
Work in Progress 