There are elephants in the room. Big buggers – males, probably – flapping their ears and stomping around. They’re powerful, stupid and proud but there’s maybe a sense that some of them know they’re vulnerable; on the wrong side of things. The room is kinda grand… and there are drinks… and ‘nibbles’.

There are also Shiny People milling about. And some of them have been ‘pitching ideas’, whatever that is.

Some of these guys are spotty, young, Australian, even. These Young Shiny People (it turns out) are crap at art, history and understanding but strong on sales. They’re armed to the teeth with soundbites which strike some of the Non-Elephant People (yes, the third group in the room) as ‘key’. The Elephants nod and munch; it’s hard to tell if anything lands with them.

If I sound like some Observer I suppose that’s because I am. Sat naked, on a red velvet chair, at the edge of this ballroom.

From somewhere a few Crowned Individuals have joined us. (Did they flood down those stairs? Dunno). They are men and women. Why don’t I like the look of them? Could be because they’re sleek and porky and starkers but for their crowns. Oh, and by the way they accept the deference of the others, like Emperors would.

So it’s a kind of court, this. The sort where everything’s a charade. The entertainment, the decision-making, the pretence towards betterment and equity. A charade. The level of intelligence pitiful, the trueness of people deeply troubling. Hence the lurch into New Things and the thin evils, fat hypocrisies. Projecting around the room. Growth. Inclusion. Development. All just but all words: because nothing was meant.

“I’ve never believed in growth. It’s usually dumb and often unachievable. Aim for enough – aim for better”.

Did I say that, or an Elephant? Are there really Elephants?