Academia is going to split open. The skies of the university are going to divide. The lightning will strike. The distance between us and the world is great enough now.
We’ve reached it. This is the ultimate point. We’ve reached it. We’ve found it. The extremity. The edge of the … universe. Of everything.
This is the end of Organisational Management. I know it. it’s died inside. It’s been given to death.
Why? How? Because of us?
The dream: that our stupidity was deep enough. That the farce found is limit. That we inverted the world. That the lie did not lie anymore. That the poison did not poison.
Work in Progress 