ABSTRACT
All the noises have stopped. There is a strange quietness. No planes, no birds, no thoughts. Maybe I’ll go back to sleep for just a little while longer.
A few days after the event, The New York Times ran an interesting article on the advertising “industry” and its crisis. Not only zillions of dollars a day etc. etc., but a weird effect: suddenly it seems impossible to have advertising at all. It seems massively “inappropriate” to move product as per usual with shrieking & insinuating, mocking & sneering, prurience & peeping; with hate & envy masked as fashion, with greed thinly disguised as freedom of choice.
