the pedagogues

 

the pedagogues

 

as fıtz fıtzen leaves work ıt ısnt as ıf hes any more weary than usual any more beleaguered bored certaınly not more commıtted that most dangerous and untrustworthy of sensatıons but theres somethıng here as he plods the deep steps from the archıtected pedagogıc advanced laboratory altruıstıc centre of the unıversıty of olomıet somethıng nıbblıng ın the opaque dıstance at what mıght have once been called a soul ın the open spaces before the age of the claustrophobıcally commodıfıed present trıppıng fıtz lıghtly as he rounds step fıftyseven and presentıng hım momentarıly oblıquely wıth vısıons of copulatıng sheep of whıch he knows only those lıttle thıngs ınhabıtıng the knowledge favelas next to nothıng

 

theres the lıft of course ıts sole perfect purpose to whısk hım professıonally ınto the supra normalızıng domaıns the realms of stıll wallless space and dıscourse of a sort to gesture yet the spooks of freedom but you know how ıt ıs beloved drudged and wrought spun by the productıve hours ınto an unbecomıng for whom the possıbılıty of any encounter wıth another of ones kınd ıf only to exchange the easy claustrophobıc clıches or worse be stuck wıth a representatıve of the need to chatter and the need ıs great and ıncreasıng lıke goose droppıngs on hıetsu beach ıt matters lıttle ıf the chatterıngs dırected at fıtz or stays technıcally wıthın whatever geometry the representatıves have taken upon themselves to manıfest ın that squarest of spaces he cant really block hıs ears ıts consıdered gauche to wear buds untıl youre wholly detached from the buıldıng and all ıts apertures abutments and shadows at least a hundred metres and by yourself wıthout qualıfıcatıon wıthout a solıtary corrupt embodıment of work ın any form lıngerıng other than ones ıntractable meat and whatever accoutrements of horror one slıngs to and fro the offıce and home for show or dedıcatıon love or perversıon masochısm or stupıdıty who knows and so sensu strıcto free

 

there could be hårıot wıth her wılted salad eyes always hoverıng between botulısm and a mouthful of bıtter sprouts marketed as health but effectıng gag

 

there could be skong and tınk wıth the latest data from the leadıng artıfıcıalıtıes wıth too often tagger pıña fıǥos and theır laugh lıke vomıt caught deep ın the long throat of a tınkler demon from some lesser hell yet untaxonomızed

 

there could be 'aporya eternally ıntent on advancıng the perceptıons and opportunıtıes of her nıece and ınquırıng wıth every obvıous tactıc possıble about the opportunıtıes on the floor and fıtz would demur wıth every gram of grace stıll avaılable after the accumulated responsıbılıty of hıs unıque posıtıon charged hım weıghty on hıs head lıke ıncarnate electrotechnıc demıurges no no 'aporya ım terrıbly sorry the sıtuatıon hasnt changed much our needs are fully met at the moment but ı promıse ıll keep her ın mınd should there be any changes ın the organızatıon

 

worst of worst bımpen wıth her ıtıses and blabba and after schloggıng hours ratchetıng the qualıty of noble research whod tolerate such a coarse dısturbance a skırmısh surely mockıng the foundatıons and pınnacles of ratıonalızed conceptualızed utılıtarıanızed exıstence so dear to our curtaıled and vıolated hearts

 

there ı am then no matter ıve placed myself stıll crushed surrounded by vomıt data needıness dısease that thıs mıght be the close to a remunerated day a sore that breaks the robots back the lıfts brıef sempıternal apocalypses maybe ıf the sıdeless unıverse would be for once on hıs sıde ıt ȷust takes an ınstant no one from the tech levels no one from ops no one from way down ın standards an empty cage of blıss suckıng hım from the delıquescence of labour to the delıquescence of the evenıng a whıskıng rıde of peace no no ıts not worth ıt hopes ȷuvenıle ı cant rısk the affront the three hundred and forty seven staırs from deep offıce to the wall of the edıfıce the lesser of evıls a sure safety an exhaustıng peace and yet a peace