Before the rain came I used to think whatever it was I used to think. Those days are gone. They've been replaced by blanks and the exclusive and effective satellite dishes are now a grey memory. Urban animals can never roam freely. We stream visions of fuzzy visions in alternative rivers of curated content.
The ongoing relevance of Banksy is open to question, as is everything else. The unapologetic judging of the cash for spray paints and stencils, notoriety and content. You have to come to your own conclusions.
So now that they've stolen the dish there will be no clear reception for the humble viewer. It's an environmental scandal but on a small scale. Will the wolf survive? Will anything survive? Who really stole the dish?
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