I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, wrote Allen Ginsberg, famously. But what would he write today? “Culture is turning to steam,” said Alan Moore over a decade ago. What of it now?

I struggle to deal with the nothingness of today. An empty life with empty people. Where is the burning passion (apart from the burning passion for propaganda)? Minds zapped by too much tech, too much of everything, we weren’t built for this. I find myself again in the basics.