Leave us to our mediocrity, postgraduates! Stay away – you’ll be infected! We’ll turn you trivial! Diminish you! Shrink your souls! Kill you off!
You can do better – so much better, postgraduates!
And here we are, sitting in the dark. Sitting under the non-sky. Sitting drinking disgusting wine. As usual! As always! With everything wrong with us! With our whole lives wrong with us! With the anchor of our stupidity pulling us down. With the same idiotic ballast making us sink!
Work in Progress 