Imagine being holed up inside an upscale Greenwich Village townhouse surrounded by crowds of half-playacting/half-serious fans publicly mourning the break-up of someone who lived there half a decade ago. Like something in the background of a Pynchon novel.
in the society of the spectacle, every aspect of life & every narrative can be seen as eerily resembling professional wrestling.
Imagine being holed up inside an upscale Greenwich Village townhouse surrounded by crowds of half-playacting/half-serious fans publicly mourning the break-up of someone who lived there half a decade ago. Like something in the background of a Pynchon novel.