October 2, 2001


You’re in a car that’s careening down an enormous cliff, plunging headlong to its destruction. In the manner of dreams, very few people in the car recognize what’s happening, although one must merely glance out the window to see. Meanwhile a small, dedicated group of passengers are working to improve conditions within the car (which are abysmal), while the majority occupy themselves with everyday concerns: love, work, entertainment.

Also the car has no steering wheel and no brake, and even if it did, it’s far too late for turning or stopping – that moment passed long ago, if indeed it ever existed.

Worse still – worst of all – this is not a dream.