Music for Supermarkets

In a pram on the step outside a terraced house in a medium sized north-west Satellite town, a baby gurgles comfortably as the signature hum of his town goes on. This hum is his whole universe for he cannot see over the edge of the pram and even if he could, his eyes do not yet focus. Inside the house, his mother gets on with things she needs to do. This is a safe world, come rain or sun, the baby hides under the cover, counting his toes and other general baby things. Occasionally a neighbour will walk past him and maybe smile or even tickle him. At this he smiles back and gurgles more for this is his world. High above the pavement, warm and happy until teatime of nappy time or any of the other times known only to babies which make them grizzle and complain. Sometimes they do it because they can and sometimes us adults do things for the same reason - simply because we can. We are here to enjoy ourselves; there is no purpose. The despair we may have is irrelevant for it makes no difference to how the world runs. The narrative describes the simple life we lead without analysis. I would sit and watch the world for half an hour and have enough thoughts to fill half a year. The mind is like a Tardis, far bigger on the inside that it appears on the outside. Think about thinking and you will know this to be true.

How to write so much that the world is described? I know this is impossible. Think of a museum display, lit by ultra violet to make white clothes show up bright and leave everything else in darkness. Add music and create an installation, a version of the world with one real factor changed or removed. Just one thing different about the way physics works in your personal universe and you have changed the world. Change one thing in the way you write and the world is changed again. This is nice music. It makes me think of places far away and calm. We are insects of some sort, a mess of robotics. Maybe we are the nanotechnology of some bigger race and we have lost our interaction with our creators. We have developed our own minds but deep down we stick to the collective mess that we have called society or culture.

Stick to your little views of the world. Learn to add up the columns of figures as Alice says and learn to read the approved texts. Do not step outside the box for that way lies madness and shame. I would lie down and die if I had to accept everything they throw at us. There is nothing real in most of what we are required to do to stay within the accepted boundaries. It sounds dangerously like an anti-war sentiment. You could define the acceptability of a war using some sort of scale - possibly the Kitchener scale so that World War II might score 8 with hindsight because of the discovery of how evil the enemy (The scale is always defined by the victorious) actually were but at the time would only struggle to get to 4 or 5. Poor taste? Maybe but no worse than sitting and comparing how bad various recent atrocities wth reference to others. The worst thing that happened since WWII? Are you sure?