The Institute

Tag: The Future

IN THE FUTURE EVERYONE WILL BE IDENTICALLY AMORPHOUS SHAPES WHOSE ONLY DISAGREEMENT WILL BE ABOUT WHO WAS THE BEST DOCTOR

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WELL WELL. IF IT ISN’T OUR OLD FRIEND THE PRESIDENT AND FOUNDER

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The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

-from ‘The Call of the Cthulhu’

H.P. Lovecraft, 1928

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Is someone after The President and Founder? It wouldn’t surprise me. Nor you, if you were to delve, perhaps too deeply, into the ‘goings on’ at the mysterious Institute over which He (ruthlessly, some say) presides. Please, though, I beg you, do not go sticking your nose in where it does not belong.

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RAMPANT

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CAUTION

The following post contains ‘bitter complaint’, ‘accusation leveling’, ‘profane language’, ‘disrespect of elders’, ‘disparaging of the young’, and a very cynical summation of the future of the human race.

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“Spreading unchecked”

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That’s my response when asked, usually by a young person, what ‘rampant’ means. No one teaches them these things anymore. I don’t know why, don’t know if it even matters. Well, that’s not true, I know it doesn’t matter to me. In fact, when someone tells me some bit of information about young folks today I usually respond with a,

“Oh, yeah? Well, fuck them”

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But, I’m getting sidetracked. What I want to talk to you about is something that is absolutely ‘spreading unchecked’, and most likely has spread right over you, and your friends without as much as a ‘pardon me’. This thing is generally known, within the circles where it’s even spoken of, as ‘Institutaphobia’.

‘Institutiphobia’, as you probably have already guessed, is bad. I mean, really bad. So bad that it makes me feel bad, and I rarely (and people who know me will swear to this) ever feel bad about anything. It is so rare that I feel bad it’s scary. Scared my Mom. Not my Dad so much, but he was drunk most the time. Come to think of it, his drinking may have been an escape from the horror of his son never feeling bad. I don’t know. Maybe. Even if that was why I don’t feel bad about it. See, I told you.

Anyway, ‘Intitutiphobia’ is more common than people know. A good measure of it is the amount of visits my site gets. One quick scan of the ‘stats’ will tell you all you need to know. There are hardly any visits! And, when I say, “hardly any”, I mean, “almost none”. This is unacceptable. In this day and age especially. Isn’t it 2017? For God’s sake I thought we’d evolved past this stubborn refusal to visit sites and mean spirited withholding of likes. I guess not. Mankind is fucked.

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