She threw the unmanageable into the heart of Organisational Management. Like a bomb. We were her bomb. We’re supposed to explode. To explode with stupidity. And unmanageability. And general … disorganisation.
We’re Livia’s hand grenade. We’re sugar in the petrol tank. We’re the mote in the Organisational Management eye. We’re the Flaw in the O.M. diamond. We’re the grit in the Organisational Management shell.
We’re the ground zero of the new reality. It’ll boom out from us, like some hydrogen bomb. Just … exploding. Ripping a hole in this fake universe.
Work in Progress 