Post Conscious

This Institute I am currently enroled in has the facade of all that is righteous and truly good. When you walk in its open spaces, you can almost feel like you’re walking in someone’s cliche – the one that says ”meeting people from all walks of life”. I have met people with such cliches or rather they have met me. I think they need to do less meeting and more walking.

There is minimal security needed here, after all this is the place that is the epitome of all that is virtuous, moral and more more more. Right around the  corner, in a square, is a statue of Ghandi. There’s always candles or flowers there. The square is undergoing some re landscaping work – who knows why? Maybe it has something to do with the way in which greatness has to be dressed up in gold. All the nakedness (with no gold) stand in the cold, in admiration of greatness.

The smell in the Institute is great, the aroma of progressive humanity … if hypothetical unicorns had hypothetical armpits, it would hypothetically smell like this. The colors are easy on your eyes, it seems they have made everything in a light tone … light blue, white, light brown. Sometimes, when I walk in, I feel like I am wrapped in cushion. It’s a very comfortable feeling. When I think about it though, who the hell wants to be wrapped in cushion?

Hey now … they are teaching Education here – but how do you teach Education? The answer is simple; just tell them that the past and present need fixing for the future. What kind of fixing? Well for for starters, things need to be liberal and moral – words which smell like unwashed laundry from last month. Then in the phantom equation, you throw in other concepts like children, freedom, values, equality. Occassionally you get to beat your chest and nod your heads in the dissent of racism, intolerance and all that is bad. All in the style of your modern day heroics – captured in the nearest space for a poster advert.

You do not need to worry here. Everything is great and golden.

It is now 17.45 and I am using one of the computers. On my way in, I got stopped by a student running for one of the Union positions. When asked about 24 hour library times, I questioned the resources and other issues concerning this. He responded by first saying he empathized with all my concerns and there’s more – he’s from the Green Party too – he is very concerned. He continued talking under his cigarette breath for the next 5 minutes.

Now I am in the library about to print hundreds of pages worth of reading. We are not allowed to use double sided printing, multi page printing or low quality printing here. It’s okay – aren’t we doing this in the name of Education and all those laundry words?

Yes … we are too great and we are dressed in gold. We are also wrapped in cushion.