The consumer, and the young consumer, as the quintessence of the new capitalism, here described in the likely stolen The Gernsback Continuum, smacking of a further blueprint plan, concentrated locally in regions of wealth and expressed in its 1984 bright everything, the something good I otherwise described as amnesiac, senile, even here a fitting retrograde, and worse for what it does not describe. The denser the population and money, the truer. London, during the Olympics, lights dancing, imported wealth, people of ad-scenes beside the austerity... They were the children of Dialta Downess tomorrow-that-wasnt; they were Heirs to the Dream. They were white, blond, and they probably had blue eyes. They were American. Dialta had said that the Future had come to America first, but had finally passed it by. But not here, in the heart of the Dream. Here, wed gone on and on, in a dream logic that knew nothing of pollution, the finite bounds of fossil fuel, or foreign wars it was possible to lose. They were smug, happy, and utterly content with themselves and their world. And in the Dream, it was their world. Behind me, the illuminated city: Searchlights swept the sky for the sheer joy of it. I imagined them thronging the plazas of white marble, orderly and alert, their bright eyes shining with enthusiasm for their floodlit avenues and silver cars. It had all the sinister fruitiness of Hitler Youth Propaganda. Really.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 13:15:29 +0000
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