What are we going to do now, here, in the succession of improbable places? We are feeble caught in the snares of the Megamachine. Passengers en route to a compromised destination. I remember, as a child, having dreamed of distant worlds, of science fiction universes. What else was I expecting? Space ships? Three-headed Martians? It is all here now, present in its most perfect banality, in its most delirious reality. (…)