Blue-glassed shine walls in the invisible wealthy, while eddies in the heat-dazzled smog block their view from a 90th-floor penthouse. There were once eight million stories in The Naked City (1948) but now there’s only one: the endless rise of the one per cent of the one per cent. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.” That cyborg future has mutated into Trump’s bathetic “beautiful” wall that makes an aesthetic out of sensory isolation and xenophobia. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. At the beginnings of Ronald Reagan’s neoliberal revolution, Roy Batty’s dying declaration from Blade Runner (1982) was a vision of transcendence: “I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. ![]() ![]() A glittering Pudong at night across the Huangpu river in Shanghai (photo courtesy /gags9999)
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