#17. A PhD in Code-Switching for Hostile Space.

The university had a department no one could find on the map. Students were sometimes enrolled by mistake.

The syllabus contained only questions that had already ruined someone's life.

Exams were silent and self-administered.

Those who passed were sent a certificate printed on edible rice paper, which they were required to eat in front of the registrar.

No one remembered what the degree was for, but rumours said it let you speak fluently in rooms where truth was unwelcome.