It’s always Chinese year of the chimp, in our meetings. Is there actually a Chinese year of the chimp?
Take charge, Shiva! Take the reigns! We need your leadership! Results! Tell us what we should do! Channel Cicero! What would she tell us?
Let idiocy decide. Let idiocy speak! Clear the floor! Channel idiocy! Come on, Driss, you’re really good at that. Let’s have an idiocy séance. Let’s let ourselves be infected by some idiotic demon, by some demon of idiocy.
Look, it’s actually an emergency. We’re in the open maw of Organisational Management. Even if it’s just foreplay at the moment. Even if they aren’t really fucking us over yet.
The autumn term. The new academic year: that’s when it will have to be implemented. By summer … the plans for to be in place.
Look, if we give a little …
Then they’ll take everything. We have to resist.
There’s still a long time left. We’ve got a few months left. We have to give them our plan by summer.
We won’t make it to summer. World war 3 or 4 or 5 will have broken out. We’ll have been conscripted. Shot at the front.
Why don’t we talk about what we’re working on?
Okay, what are you working on?
Why don’t we talk about the … purple?
Fuck the purple.
The purple is really getting to me.
We need to protest! If only we could glue ourselves to something.
You’re leading from below, Shiva. From under the table.
We need to slump, I say. Get horizontal. The vertical axis shouldn’t be available to us. We should be too ashamed to be vertical.
Work in Progress 