Geology is one of those sciences that everyone forgets about. It sits in the middle of magic and ideology, blurs the line between history and knowledge, channels catastrophes and the ways of life to create a record that cannot be undone.
The gentry understand this blurring of lines; they, too, dance around their ideas to channel a thought that cannot be spoken. And yet.
They fear geology, for the formations beneath the school predate them. They fear the idea that what was once there will be again, that the earth will all become nothing but silence- for while they do not like being mentioned, they would hate to be forgotten.
It’s a small department: the building is modern, like it was built as an afterthought once the giants of chemistry and physics and biology had constructed their own homes. The outside is all faded cement, twisting in on itself in a way that doesn’t seem quite flush with the laws of physics.
The Rocks Remember (On Geologists at Elsewhere University)
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