The Suburbs Dream Of Violence.

It's True That I Have Very Little Idea What I Shall Be Writing Next, But At The Same Time I Have A Powerful Premonition Of Everything That Lies Ahead Of Me, Even Ten Years Ahead.

The Technological Landscape Of The Present Day Has Enfranchised Its Own Electorates - The Inhabitants Of The Marketing Zones In The Consumer Society, Television Audiences And News Magazine Readerships, Who Vote With Money At The Cash Counter Rather Than With Ballot Paper At The Polling Boot. These Huge And Passive Electorates Are Wide Open To Any Opportunist Using The Psychological Weaponry Of Fear And Anxiety, Elements That Are Carefully Blanched Out Of The World Of Domestic Products And Consumer Software.

So He Left The Lagoon And Entered The Jungle Again, Within A Few Days Was Completely Lost, Following The Lagoons Southward Through The Increasing Rain And Heat, Attacked By Alligators And Giant Bats, A Second Adam Searching For The Forgotten Paradises Of The Reborn Sun.

Maybe You Are A Poet And A Dreamer, But Don't You Realize That Those Two Species Are Extinct Now?

Yes, Sometimes I Think That All My Writing Is Nothing More Than The Compensatory Work Of A Frustrated Painter.