in the library, at a desk. They are typing, the aircon a constant white noise.
pursuing their rational endeavours.
balancing on the narrow track of their academic disciplines.
perhaps one day emerging from the long tunnel
but submitting to what rationality prescribes for them today.
may i interrupt?
may i interrupt your silence? can i say the unthinkable?
can i involve you in a common subjectivity?
can i bring into being the 'we' that still does not recognise itself?
"What are we going to do?" what are we going to do? what can we do? what do we have the motivation to do? what kind of work is to be done?
the question buzzing between the lines of the newspapers
the question in the hopeless naming of crisis.
the question of madmen in train carriages.
can we democratise the train carriages?
can we animate the libraries?
can we live and let live?
can we emerge from this hole?
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