Given that it is May and that it was 45 years ago this month that big changes for the good still seemed possible, I wanted to present a small reminder of what was lost, as well as these charming domestic scenes enacted by Debord at his Laughtonesque or Wellesian best.
May 68... and I was born November 68. How much I missed from that time, maybe I was there and died if I reincarnated. You can tell me how was that moment as you say, when changes for the good seemed possible, and was lost in time.
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