What if it’s all in our imagination – and we have very lively imaginations? What if none of this adds up to anything? And it’s just a winter’s night. It’s just a welcome party with some dull but benign business studies types.
What if there’s no such thing as synths, let alone plans to turn us into them. What if the Organisational Management campus is just some rather dull brownfield development, and not the new Tower of Babel?
What if we’re all mad with paranoia, and we always were? It’s all a version of impostor syndrome. All we ever wanted was to shake some meaning out of the world. Some reason for things, even if it was negative meaning.
What if someone simply wanted to move Philosophy to Organisational Management, and it wasn’t part of some great Plan?
Work in Progress 