I sometimes fantasise of living under fascist dictatorship. I think about having a neigbourhood of intellectuals, artists, writers, mathematicians and enginners, free from the degeneracy and opulence of capitalism, or the slavery of communism. There is a direct and clear goal, which is to serve the deeds of the party and towards racial homogeneity: achieving the Ubermenchs. All art will be pleasing and disciplined. All aspects of society will be meticulously perfected. My suit that I wear is unique, yet fits style guidlines. The building I work in is neo-classical in its presentation, but internally is comfortable and clean bauhaus designship. The chair I sit in is tested for ergonomics, efficient use of materials in addition to being pleasing to the eye: the eye through which we all share and look through towards perfective beauty and ultimate aesthetic. This is the world in which I escape to, a clandestine mind’s-eye meeting, while I spiel off the opinions of the time ,trying to keep face.