I Would Sum Up My Fear About

Even One's Own Home Is A Kind Of Anthology Of Advertisers, Manufacturers, Motifs And Presentation Techniques. There's Nothing 'natural' About One's Home These Days. The Furnishings, The Fabrics, The Furniture, The Appliances, The Tv, And All The Electronic Equipment - We're Living Inside Commercials.

If I Don't Write, I Begin To Feel Unsettled And Uneasy, As I Gather People Do Who Are Not Allowed To Dream.

All Over The World Major Museums Have Bowed To The Influence Of Disney And Become Theme Parks In Their Own Right. The Past, Whether Renaissance Italy Or Ancient Egypt, Is Re-assimilated And Homogenized Into Its Most Digestible Form. Desperate For The New, But Disappointed With Anything But The Familiar, We Recolonize Past And Future. The Same Trend Can Be Seen In Personal Relationships, In The Way People Are Expected To Package Themselves, Their Emotions And Sexuality, In Attractive And Instantly Appealing Forms.

Actually, The Suburbs Are Far More Sinister Places Than Most City Dwellers Imagine. Their Very Blandness Forces The Imagination Into New Areas. I Mean, One's Got To Get Up In The Morning Thinking Of A Deviant Act, Merely To Make Certain Of One's Freedom. It Needn't Be Much; Kicking The Dog Will Do.

Sex Times Technology Equals The Future.