Exclamatory Kitsch.

[rowens]

I think, when everyone is happily and contently entertained and well adjusted to society, with the Internet and tv and cellphones: all the healthy, over-fed Americans with their rapidly growing families, each child wanting their own house; we will let them destroy the world outside. No more adventures, no more crazy digressions. Just get everything ordered online. And to Hell with the land, and the spirit of humanity. The great boredom.

Lines and lines of houses. And healthy, happy boys and girls in shirts advertising the company they bought their shirts from. Walking billboards. Assembly line, online ordered, contentment.

The Time of the Great Boredom.