It’s supposed to be a thinking campus. A campus for ideas.
What do these buildings think about? What is the glass and steel thinking? And these paving stones? These fancy lampposts? And what do they think of us, wandering through?
They’re monitoring us, that’s all I know. They’re listening to our conversation. For keywords and phrases. They’re measuring our body temperature. The rate our hearts beat. Any … agitation we might be feeling.
They’re tagging us, tracking us, measuring us, coding us, rating us, restricting us …
They’re reading our minds. They know that we’re against them. They know that we’re negation – pure negation. That we hate them.
They’re probably spraying things to calm us down. They’re pumping something into the air, to alter our mood. They’re probably changing the lightning, to make us see things differently.
Campus surveillance. Campus supersurveillance.
They can read our thoughts, pretty much … Our misinformational thoughts. Our disinformational thoughts.
They can see into your soul. If we actually have souls … If they haven’t already sucked them out.
Do you think the lampposts are listening? Are we being monitored? Are the algorithms picking out dubious phrases? Are we being flagged as dangerous subversives?
They're probably listening to us now. AREN’T YOU, FUCKERS? They're enjoying following us working out their plans.
Come on, satanists, flash the campus lights if you can hear us! Give us a sign! Beam something into the heavens! Light up the fucking clouds!
Haven’t we always feared it: a knock on the door? The secret police?
But what’s worse: that there will be no knock at the door. That they have us contained, that’s all – perfectly. They know we won’t do anything. They know we’re not any real threat. They have us contained. In the uni. In the humanities. In Philosophy – particularly in Philosophy.
Work in Progress 