Circles

The Apex – that’s where we’re heading. Shouldn’t we able to see it by now? How far we’ve come! But we haven’t got anywhere.

 

This wind! So keen! It’s like the campus was build to channel the wind. For wind corridors – wind tunnels. To blast us all. To punish us.

Maybe the wind’s trying to save us. It’s pushing us away. It’s driving us out.

We have to force ourselves against the wind to get anywhere.

 

Are we walking in circles? It all looks the same. It’s all the same and the deepening of the  same.
The campus is some tautology. It is itself, nothing more. It’s the unplace. The noplace. Perfect indifference.

This is where nowhere is. Here, collapsing into nowhere. Nobody’s settlement.