Destitution

They’re releasing the counter-campus. The anti-campus. The non-campus within the campus. That will turn the campus to the outside.

They’re destitute the campus.

What, make it poor?

They’re de-instituionalising it.


Does destitution mean we have to make a mess of everything? Does destitution mean pilling the wires out of the wall? Does it mean flooding the place, like, deliberately?


The organisational managers want the destitution. Like Alan’s whatever space. It’s some new organisational managerial strategy. To let things destitute. To let things unravel and break down. And then … I don’t know. Let things go for a bit, and then just yank them back in.


A secret grove. The secret garden. Is it a garden?

This is the heart of the ruins. This is what the ruins are centred around. This is what they turn around. This is what they’re About.


It’s like the inside of our heads. It’s inner space.


It’s something you could smear on toast. It’s all so soft. It’s something you’d scrape out of a crustacean. What’s there beneath the shell. The soft stuff.


This is where we belong: with the old things. The defunct things. The archive of everything.


Don’t think the ruins are here by chance. Or that we’ve been admitted by chance.


It’s not even the ruins of the humanities. It’s not even significant. It’s just stuff. Random stuff.


 Bringing our own ruination to the ruins.


They passed through here, the paragraduates. It was caught up in their whirlwind, all of this. And then …


Drink – in the ruins. Drink to the ruins. Lift your glasses. Toast the angels of death.


The future ruins need a Sebald. You could write your great work of mourning about the academic humanities.

 Write about your part in its downfall.


This is about the paragrad Nothing.

The paragrads who never actually appear.


There’s nothing left to people on earth. This is the only place to come when all hope is gone.


Listen, the postgraduates are singing … very far off, in the distance. What is it?

Idumea.


The paras ruin everything.

No – they’re attracted by ruins. If you ruin it, they will come.


Does the disaster know that it’s a disaster? Do we know ourselves in our disastrousness?


Ruin parties are all the thing.

Parting in the ruins.


In the ruins. And the ruin’s ruins.


The ruins are, like, ruinating. This is entropy in action.