Cyberspace. A Consensual Hallucination.

To Some Extent I'm Guilty Of Wishful Thinking. The Absence Of The Interstitial I Find Unbearable.

I Think That One Of The Visions That Is Closest To Reality Is The Cardboard City In The Subway Station In Tokyo, Which Is Based Very Closely On A Series Of Documentary Photographs Of People Living Like That And Of The Contents Of The Boxes. Those Are Quite Haunting Because Tokyo Homeless People Reiterate The Whole Nature Of Living In Tokyo In These Cardboard Boxes, They're Only Slightly Smaller Than Tokyo Apartments, And They Have Almost As Many Consumer Goods. It's A Nightmare Of Boxes Within Boxes.

Generation X Is Dead. It Has Come To Mean Anyone Aged 13 To 55 Years Old.

"authenticity" Doesn't Mean Much To Me. I Just Want "good", In The Sense Of Well-designed, Well-constructed, Long-lasting Garments. My Interest In Military Clothing Stems From That. It's Not About Macho, Playing Soldiers, Anything Militaristic. It's The Functionality, The Design-solutions, The Durability. Likewise Workwear.

And, For An Instant, She Stared Directly Into Those Soft Blue Eyes And Knew, With An Instinctive Mammalian Certainty, That The Exceedingly Rich Were No Longer Even Remotely Human.