“How strange the world seems,” thinks the child
It’s an epic vision of a single day in a world gone wrong: a brightly smiling, disturbingly familiar dystopia of towering skyscrapers, omnipresent surveillance, and endless distant war.
“CLEAN BOMB THE HAPPY-HAPPY WAY,” blares the morning paper. “Heil Hilton!” barks an overlord on the news. “Sweet radio grand prix,” says the mother. “How strange the world seems,” the child thinks.