The Endless Newsreel Clips Of Nuclear Explosions

If You Can Smell Garlic, Everything Is All Right.

Unhappy Parents Teach You A Lesson That Lasts A Lifetime.

During The 1960s, The Shanghai Of My Childhood Seemed A Portent Of The Media Cities Of The Future, Dominated By Advertising And Mass Circulation Newspapers And Swept By Unpredictable Violence.

A Kind Of Banalization Of Celebrity Has Occurred: We Are Now Offered An Instant, Ready-to-mix Fame As Nutritious As Packet Soup.

'what Was Being On The Moon Literally Like?' [. . .] 'being On The Moon?' His Tired Gaze Inspected The Narrow Street Of Cheap Jewellery Stores, With Its Office Messengers And Lottery Touts, The Off-duty Taxi-drivers Leaning Against Their Cars. 'it Was Just Like Being Here.'