I was the only passanger traveling down the escalator, to the northern line platform. as i was half way down a group of people arrived and began queuing for the other escalator. one man broke off from the group and began resolutely climbing the down escalator. i passed him close to the bottom and stared at his face, but could not dicern any kind of knowing glimer in his eye.
“Unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. I do not distrust their motives; I distrust their power. They have a lot of it. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing. It is my job to create universes, as the basis of one novel after another. And I have to build them in such a way that they do not fall apart two days later. Or at least that is what my editors hope. However, I will reveal a secret to you: I like to build universes which do fall apart. I like to see them come unglued, and I like to see how the characters in the novels cope with this problem. I have a secret love of chaos. There should be more of it. Do not believe—and I am dead serious when I say this—do not assume that order and stability are always good, in a society or in a universe. The old, the ossified, must always give way to new life and the birth of new things. Before the new things can be born the old must perish. This is a dangerous realization, because it tells us that we must eventually part with much of what is familiar to us. And that hurts. But that is part of the script of life. Unless we can psychologically accommodate change, we ourselves begin to die, inwardly. What I am saying is that objects, customs, habits, and ways of life must perish so that the authentic human being can live. And it is the authentic human being who matters most, the viable, elastic organism which can bounce back, absorb, and deal with the new.”—
Philip K Dick
(went to an exhibition on architecture at the barbican today which had this quote as the opening bumpf. just read the entire essay, first half very interesting second half insane ramblings about christ and expressing sympathy for nixon. golly http://deoxy.org/pkd_how2build.htm)