Big brother, what are you looking at?
sources told me theyll be real in 3 2 1
My Future
I’m a history professor at some prestigious private college with an extensive history
All of my students are terrified of me but they love me anyway
I keep an apple on my desk just to let it slowly decay
I own a human skull that also sits on my desk
They’re too nervous to ask if it’s real or where i got it
I bring baked goods to my 8 AM classes because i stress bake and i’m constantly stressed
i wear a poachers coat with elbow patches and occasionally pull a huge book out of my pocket and sit down to read it
I let myself age and don’t become one of those people who cope by making age jokes
i emotionally bully the bigots and racists in my class through well structured debate and in the margins of their assignments
i push my students to do their best and don’t give them any allowances
i’m banging the english professor
Zweisamkeit is finally complete.
This story took years off my life—and it still has me in a chokehold. I thought I was done, but there’s still more to write, more to explore. The characters, the dynamics—everything took me by surprise and refuses to let me go. But for now, this will have to do.
(I also realised something about it: it’s always raining, everyone’s always drinking tea, dads are kind, and there’s no mother—there’s never a mother. I think that says more about me than I’d like to admit.)