The paragrads found a way out.
They just – went? Where did they go?
Who knows? Into the air. Into the day. They turned a corner and just – disappeared.
They’re in a higher dimension now. A better dimension.
And they took our postgraduates with them.
What?
Do you seem them?
Looking around for them, our postgraduates.
Nothing.
Calling their name, our postgraduates.
No response.
Fuck. The paragrads are pied pipers …
And where’s Fiver? Has Fiver gone, too?
Fiver always wanted out of this dreadful world.
And all they’ve left is all this … stuff. Paragrad remains. The trace of their passing.
It’s the paragrad rapture.
And our postgraduate rapture.
And Fiver’s rapture. Fuck. What will we do without him?
They’re purer than us. Better …
If we were still part-timers, do you think the paragrads would have taken us with them?
Of course they would! Wherever they’ve gone isn’t for full-time lecturers …
Work in Progress 