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'what Was Being On The Moon Literally Like?' [. . .] 'being On The Moon?' His Tired Gaze Inspected The Narrow Street Of Cheap Jewellery Stores, With Its Office Messengers And Lottery Touts, The Off-duty Taxi-drivers Leaning Against Their Cars. 'it Was Just Like Being Here.'

The Marriage Of Reason And Nightmare Which Has Dominated The 20th Century Has Given Birth To An Ever More Ambiguous World. Across The Communications Landscape Move The Specters Of Sinister Technologies And The Dreams That Money Can Buy. Thermonuclear Weapons Systems And Soft Drink Commercials Coexist In An Overlit Realm Ruled By Advertising And Pseudoevents, Science And Pornography. Over Our Lives Preside The Great Twin Leitmotifs Of The 20th Century-sex And Paranoia.

For The Sake Of My Children And Grandchildren, I Hope That The Human Talent For Self-destruction Can Be Successfully Controlled, Or At Least Channelled Into Productive Forms, But I Doubt It. I Think We Are Moving Into Extremely Volatile And Dangerous Times, As Modern Electronic Technologies Give Mankind Almost Unlimited Powers To Play With Its Own Psychopathology As A Game.

People Nowadays Like To Be Together Not In The Old-fashioned Way Of, Say, Mingling On The Piazza Of An Italian Renaissance City, But, Instead, Huddled Together In Traffic Jams, Bus Queues, On Escalators And So On. It's A New Kind Of Togetherness Which May Seem Totally Alien, But It's The Togetherness Of Modern Technology.

I Thought It Was A Wonderfully Conceptual Act Actually, To Fire A Replica Pistol At A Figurehead - The Guy Could Have Been Working For Andy Warhol!