I’d like to go back in time to one of those early sixties world fairs. You know the ones that featured shining visions of a slick, well fed, hairless, dirtless, white and efficient future. I would display a list of ailments their modern treatments and the side effects. It would be targeted at the baby boomer kids that are now the ones taking Viagra, Lyrica, and all those cholesterol meds that can’t distinguish between good and bad cholesterol and thereby manage to inhibit muscle and brain function. How I do love drug culture. “That’s right kids. Pot makes you smarter, coke makes you more interesting , your meds will make middle class ennui evaporate like a circadian rhythm and then prolong the life you’ve taken for granted.”
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TOMORROW!
I would also set up a walk-in hall with running film, slides, and huge matte shots of plunging market indexes, toppling regimes, eerie orange sunsets against polluted and nearly abandoned cities and starving people passed on the road by cars that run on food. Ah ethanol, next up, a jet ski that runs on orphan's tears!
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TOMORROW!
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