well, at least if you follow the international media, you'd think that. in fact, it's strangely calm here in the d.f. at the moment. the bars are cerrado, the traffic's light, the weather glorious. those out walking the roma are masked like extras from an altern 8 shoot, old skool '90. strange days indeed and as i wander in the sunshine- listening to activ-8 over and over, 808s kicking, opening, rather than closing my eyes and being there, i wish that j.g.ballard- who died april 19th- was still with us. i'll never forget taking off for barca, just after cocaine nights was published, all of us reading it, racing to finish, not wanting it to end. tuesday, strange sensation as a light shake gently sways me in my department here in the roma. high-rise hospital is evacuated and everyone's out on the street, masked. those sartorially-elegant waiters at the condesa d.f. are playing it cool as ever, colour-coordinating their masks with the interior decor over breakfast. masked, fedora-wearing fashionistas brave it for the maco art show, as others customise their masks with smiling faces. a group touring maco, ponder an exhibit of a mutant creature supporting a painted glass panel, poised like surgeons. i'm staying in tonight, re-reading super-cannes, wondering if altern 8 are available to play to those of us who remain in the d.f.
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