One day, long ago, a man stood where a city would be built and said, out of this city will be built a graveyard for the autonomous creativity of the mass, and it was done. And that city grew, and it churned and heaved with the sweat and frustration of the many, and the masters were spoilt and grew arrogant and fat. And the tale of the city was recounted by one who remembered its history, and those who heard them asked, ‘which city was it?’ And the one who remembered replied, ‘does it matter?’
