We’re on the wrong timeline. This is a fucked up universe, don’t you see? A gone-wrong universe. 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 hypnotic paving stones over the earth …
This whole timeline is suffering. It’s howling out. It knows that it shouldn’t exist and that we shouldn’t exist – not like this.
This whole universe knows that 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 whole timeline cries, help me. Just as we cry, help me. This whole reality wants to be put out of its misery. And so do we: to be put out of this misery. So that this universe can just be shut down.
This is the timeline in which Gnosticism is actually true.
This timeline is likesome lost planet unchained from the sun. Lost from all orbits. Spinning off into the darkness.
This is the timeline 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. Except when you talk about it all being lies …
Work in Progress 