Couldn't we be in that continuum but have some sort of deviant society where real food is enjoyed in secret giant banqueting halls hidden in the abandoned warehouses of crumbling factories, and where before dining (the word evokes something deliciously decadent, and we savour it like a piquant aperitif) we change our shiny wipe-clean silver miniskirts for Regency costume, thrilling to the touch of forbidden fabrics...?
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Date: 2004-04-20 01:31 am (UTC)