Ah, postgraduates. We’re trying to equip you for what you’ll need in the coming world – this dreadful world. Don’t blame us or filling you heads with gloom. You need gloom! You must understand what this campus is! What Organisational Management is!
We wish we could tell you it was going to get better. But it’s not! We’re going down! Descending! Down with the ship! The ship of European philosophy! Of the humanities in general! And you’re going down with us.
Sometimes, when things get bad – very bad – hope takes the form of wishing for the end. When there’s nothing possible in the world; when it’s only catastrophe after catastrophe, you can only hope for the apocalypse.
Which is why you need to drink. Because drinking is training for hoping for the apocalypse.
This campus is itself an education. An anti-education. It’s everything we’re against, in every detail. Which is why it’s an opportunity. To hold yourself in absolute tension with your surroundings. To know that you’re out of this world – any part of this world. You have to know what you’re not.
This is the new architecture. Observe it well. We’ll live and work in places like this. The campus will swallow up the city – the old city. Will incorporate it. They know what they’re doing. This is the new urbanism. Study it well.
It’ll be a lifelong learning campus. Which will mean a re-education camp. For debt slaves like us. This is where they’ll bring us, when we lose our houses. When we can’t pay our rent. Our mortgages. This is where they’ll house us, in these student pods, which will be student pods no longer. And this is where they’ll house the new armies. The new police. Which they’ll bring from elsewhere. From other countries. Fit, of fighting age, housed right here.
Won’t it all just pass away?
Maybe it’ll last a thousand years. Maybe this is it forever.
Nothing can changed, right? The thousand year Reich begins here? This is their new fucking normal.
Work in Progress 