I know we're supposed to be jaded by our past defeats, licking our wounds and cringing at the echoes of naive digital ideas we once thought had legs... I know that he's tricking me into liking him by writing well, with conviction and to the point. I know that it's hopeless now. That the empire has won. I do know these things, but... it's hard for me not to have hope.

Is it really possible that modern culture will all just be owned in one or three portfolios.