Kanovitz’s Vernissage, by Haneke (The McDonaldization of terrorism) George Ritzer and a corner are not the same thing: enclosed, the vernissage fifteen, in an unending McDonald’s, in the attic of a skyscraper,
poems by T.S. Hidalgo
Insomnia Saigon, shit: it’s Saigon, it’s jet lag, and I’m not a big Valium fan, or of counting sheep (or of reading Conrad),