CLOAK/1.114ii

Look at this, isn't this gorgeous, it's a prospectus from the Department of Anthropopathy at Magic U, they're sending this out to investors. They're making plans. So say so long to our best students, they're gonna get them all together in professional majors, like kennels, producing what do I know, cartoon millipedes, one leg per kid. The way they're telling me, the old individual artist concept is basically over—
the environment just won't sustain it anymore.
Consuming feelings of belatedness in an age of unaffordable city apartments.
They're saying originality is editorial filler, meaningless insider fluff, part of the packaging. They're telling me that it was never more than a technical notion anyway, used in the production of artists.
You wanna hear my theory? Baseball caps. That's when the bottom dropped out, when everyone started wearing baseball caps all over the place. You think I'm kidding—listen, just because you can't pick something out of a line-up doesn't mean it wasn't what bit you in the ass—
On questions of influence.