inmatus interruptus ii

 

don’t know about you but this jude character's bugging us - a kind of stereotypical empty misogynistic douchey self-indulgent nothing who gets promoted just because he’s got a white dick and keeps his mouth shut. the jerk doesn’t know whether to run back to the corporation begging forgiveness for his stupidity or kill himself.

but - whatever, the world's full of pricks and what would a novel be without them - guess we'll plod on and enter the very scary castle of formalized structured pedigreed ritualisticized knowledge - knowledge that knows, even in its unknowing knows. the academy. so glossed in ivy and disagreement, surrounded by cognitive moats and walls, the modern military of the mind offering protection to a horde of two hundred million faculty staff and sessionals who for some very legitimate reasons can't stand the world outside.

the academy, even in its dirty tryst with business in the motels of intersectionality, still a medieval planet orbiting around itself like a monstrous meteor made of corduroy, cruelty and flannel - its longterm denizens creatures so otherworldly scifi's stressed to rival its theatre. let's meet some of them.