More fake jazz.
More food that was recently food.
More jobs that don’t seem like jobs.
More art films even though that seems like a bad idea.
No more people walking around slowly and confused as if other people weren’t also trying to walk around, and I’m not just talking about tourists in Barcelona.
No more being humbled by good graphic design into thinking something is good.
More soup.
More machines that only do one thing.
No more jealous ladies.
More bedtime stories.
No more people who are only famous for being able to use the internet.
More trade paperbacks.
No more witch hunts.
More radio shows.
Exactly the same amount of Al Pacino.
Thank you and good night.
