Do you think we’ll ever be functional human beings? Do you think we’ll ever reverse into a parking space? Ever look up things on a Smartphone? Ever get a mortgage? Clear our debts?
Eternal children – that’s what we are. Expecting everyone to indulge us. Whilst we do our supposedly important work. Which isn’t, of course, important at all.
Expecting our pocket money from the state. To teach things that don’t matter to students who aren’t listening.
How long can it go on? The game is up – that’s been realised, hasn’t it? The pretence can’t go on, can it? We’re surplus to requirements – of course we are. We’re not needed.
The humanities should go back to being a hobby, or whatever. A way you indulge the children of the rich.
From another time. Who are we to be? Where are we going? What are we going to do now?
We need a bit of organisation. And management. We need some entrepreneurial get up and go.
For the great run of humanity, what’s the point? They’ve been entertained our of the humanities. Netflixed. Lobotomized. They’ve been indulged out of the humanities. They don’t need the humanities.
It can’t go on like this, and nor will it. We got in at the last possible moment. We entered the academic as it was about to collapse. We found our way in – of course. Just as it was dismantling itself. And we were part of its dismantling.
Expecting to be allowed to continue to do whatever it is we do. To continue to fool ourselves and the world …
Work in Progress 