Yes, Sometimes I Think That All My

During The 1960s, The Shanghai Of My Childhood Seemed A Portent Of The Media Cities Of The Future, Dominated By Advertising And Mass Circulation Newspapers And Swept By Unpredictable Violence.

The Advanced Societies Of The Future Will Not Be Governed By Reason. They Will Be Driven By Irrationality, By Competing Systems Of Psychopathology.

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 Accepted That A New Kind Of Hate Had Emerged, Silent And Disciplined, A Racism Tempered By Loyalty Cards And Pin Numbers. Shopping Was Now The Model For All Human Behaviour, Drained Of Emotion And Anger.

The American Dream Has Run Out Of Gas. The Car Has Stopped. It No Longer Supplies The World With Its Images, Its Dreams, Its Fantasies. No More. It's Over. It Supplies The World With Its Nightmares Now: The Kennedy Assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.