Feral Kids
"They were not, our neighbours-to-be, the kind of families whom the break-up statistics comprehend. They were not the sort for adulterous upsets, for drunken fumbles, for spring folie, for subterfuge and lies. They were grounded infotec folk, hardware or software people, bright philistines, sharp and intelligent. They were mobile in their habits till their children fixed them; keen, pragmatic, willing to defer gratification; committed to their offspring, investing in them. Men and wives met each other halfway, gentle fathers and defined, energetic mothers. They were a new sort of people who didn't feel the need of history, personal or collective. They seemed to have sprung straight from a pot in Homebase, putting our glossy, polished leaves; they had parents, but they had them as weekend accessories, appearing on summer Sundays like their barbecue forks. In this part of the world each family unit runs like a model small business and the account, you may be sure, are squared at the end of each quarter; and if a quarter is wanted, a small measure is granted; and if a quarter is granted, the favour must be returned; and when the columns are totted they must balance, I think, husband to wife, wife to husband, with none of the shocking deficits that are incurred in the wilder parts of the world."
H.M.
There are counter-measures to an overdose of blissful order: noise pollution, shoplifting of non-luxury goods, glue, letting your cat roam freely. Bless the ever-expanding street gangs, feral kids lead astray by irresponsible never-wanna-be adults. May they,-V. included,-all feel at home, at night, on empty streets.
SSS SEX SPACE STORM (BUDINO RECUT)
KICKED IN THE FACE (AMOR FATI EDIT)
