Hologram for Our Times
Chair: The Professors will now attempt to deal with a number of questions that have come up in the course of discussion.
Re Skulls in the Wall:
Prof Horn speaking: During the Period of Early Decadence a certain Colonel Kurtz is believed to have run amok in a remote section of the Wall, but this has been hotly denied by Belgian patriots and Conradian scholars.
Prof Hex chuckling: Marlon Brando, he dead!
Re Wall as Collective Hallucination:
Prof Horn speaking: Interesting point… and one which has been discussed at length by the Berkleyian school. To what extent was the Wall a product not only of the Shadows but some mass, or if you will forgive the pun - massive Delusion? – Well, I am not sure I know the answer to that question…
Chair (Turning to his colleague): Would you care to comment, professor?
Prof Hex (Distractedly): Quite agree, quite agree! Put him in a bottle. Project him on the Wall! A hologram for Our Times!
Re Skulls in the Wall:
Prof Horn speaking: During the Period of Early Decadence a certain Colonel Kurtz is believed to have run amok in a remote section of the Wall, but this has been hotly denied by Belgian patriots and Conradian scholars.
Prof Hex chuckling: Marlon Brando, he dead!
Re Wall as Collective Hallucination:
Prof Horn speaking: Interesting point… and one which has been discussed at length by the Berkleyian school. To what extent was the Wall a product not only of the Shadows but some mass, or if you will forgive the pun - massive Delusion? – Well, I am not sure I know the answer to that question…
Chair (Turning to his colleague): Would you care to comment, professor?
Prof Hex (Distractedly): Quite agree, quite agree! Put him in a bottle. Project him on the Wall! A hologram for Our Times!
posted by sp at 7:51 am
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Smartass student wipes her brow. Increasingly she is convinced that there is no more truth, whatever the fuck that might be, in the professors stories and assertions than exists in other compelling smoke and mirror stories of our time. Look one way and you miss a trick over there. The Gulf War, those trip-happy planes, her various relationships, the clothes she was wearing...It was not to say that none of these things existed, it was merely that to even allow yourself to believe that the reality of the table she was leaning on even came close to the reality of that table's actual physical constituency...The Bishop's move, always the Bishop. A cold sweat hinted at existence somewhere on the small of her back and beneath her armpits. Was this real? Was it another simulation? She needed to get out. This was real. She knew this was real. Maybe the wall had never come down after all. Maybe the wall cannot come down. Maybe the wall, visible, invisible, threatening, sheltering, scaleable, out-of-reach, offensive, defensive - maybe the wall was right there in the lecture hall. Her perception of the lecture hall. Which was not a shared perception. Maybe it would always encircle her -
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