It is 1998. Your Millennium promises near-limitless commodities of both Future and of Nostalgia, and you are ready for Euphoria. You're alive in the last days of a pre-satelitte mapped, pre-internet connected mythic global imagination, and all other cultures are perfectly understandable as holiday destinations, as sources of wellness, of places of jewellery, and as sunset video settings. You hope this sunset never fades.

You're watching Europe uniting. You're watching your house price rising. You hope this Gap Year lasts forever. Arpeggios and Anthems of Late Capitalism Vol I – Ongoing.

A Dog trusts its owner with its life.

30,000 Dogs died in the Trance War. What happened next will astound you.