It’s a re-education camp, this campus. They’re re-educating us through their stone. Through their towers. Through the patterns in the paving stones. Through their endless plaques.
The gentle walkways have a lesson. The building names.
And don’t forget the listening lampposts. Making sure we edit ourselves. That we don’t say what we shouldn’t.
Yes, we’re learning.
The behavioural psychologists designed it all. At every turn, some behavioural psychology’s trick. Some subordination strategy. Some capitulation technique. Some destroying of questioning and of the power to question.
Is the patterned pavement supposed to hypnotise us? Are the rivulets, with their channelled water, supposed to channel us, too?
We’re supposed to think that our kind is defeated, because of them. That we’ve been crushed. We’re supposed to think they’ve won, but they haven’t won. We think we have no chance – but we do. It’s just an effect of the campus – of this re-education camp.
Work in Progress 