"There are so many insider cliques that there are no longer any insider."
It seems that the faculty is increasingly fragmented, torn into uneven, polarised cliques. Must it be this way, this devolution to disorder?
Why is it that different groups of people cannot co-exist? At the tremulous heart of this collective, there is shared interest. Is it really that difficult to recognise this?
Perhaps, there is no hope. Throughout history, peace is fleeting and chaos, recurrent.
"I try not to wear that t-shirt because it identifies me as part of that group. And I don't want it to be recognised as such."
Sigh. What a tangled mess.
It seems that the faculty is increasingly fragmented, torn into uneven, polarised cliques. Must it be this way, this devolution to disorder?
Why is it that different groups of people cannot co-exist? At the tremulous heart of this collective, there is shared interest. Is it really that difficult to recognise this?
Perhaps, there is no hope. Throughout history, peace is fleeting and chaos, recurrent.
"I try not to wear that t-shirt because it identifies me as part of that group. And I don't want it to be recognised as such."
Sigh. What a tangled mess.
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