We’re in the post-university now. The posthumous university. Anything might happen. The simulacrum university. It looks like the university, smells like the university, but it’s not the university.
There’s no TIME here. There’s no SPACE.
We’re the kind the posthumous university creates.
Of course we come too late. Our kind always come too late. We’re posthumous, essentially. We’re ruin-haunters. And here we are, in the ruins of the postgraduate halls.
Work in Progress 