Like half of America I left the real world and re-entered the computer generated Matrix for a couple of hours of sensory overload this weekend. And perhaps San Francisco is fashionable again. How effortlessly the Prada wearing New Yorker types Trinity and Neo slipped into beads and hemp for their trip to Burning Man, sorry, Zion.
I’m not really a science fiction fan, however, the Matrix reloaded did remind me of one of the most priceless moments on TV, ‘the hippy episode’ of Star Trek where Spock becomes sentimental and plays a Vulcan Harp with a flower behind his ear.