A life more aggregated

In The Night Garden – beautiful and subversive. I get a great sense of schadenfreude when the Tombliboos drink too much juice, and then get on the Ninky Nonk which then careers out of control through the woods and their pants fly off, landing on each other’s heads. The message is clear: the bourgeois now change political allegiance on a whim and those from all across the political spectrum have become interchangeable nincompoops. The grand utopian schemes of the 20th Century are now dead, the discrete poverty and nihilism of the middle orders can only be masked by credit based consumption and excessive alcohol and drug use, but the entire vehicle is coming catastrophically off the tracks. The Tombliboos still don’t understand that late capitalism cannot even afford a middle class, and that soon there will merely be the few that have and the many that don’t. And then no amount of Tombliboo Juice will allow them to blot this fact out.