The integrity of this music has been scoffed by a bread manufacturer. Bruckner has been irreplaceably consumed by a maker of particularly tinselled chocolates. In the art world, the theft of paintings is illegal and publicly damned, but the advertising industry is allowed to steal with impunity from the musical treasures of the nations. Take the identikit tick tock of the high street, the big top Mcshop sock rack tack shack. Take Time, and the variety of time.
Consumerism consumes festival time, sabbath time and free time.
When businesses have exhausted spatial territories, they expand into time territories, so by the mondial dial of the international stock exchange, it is always McMarket day, and shops, opening twenty-four hours, opening on Sabbath days and on festivals, consume the distinctiveness of time for everyone, and do so to fatten the girth of their profit margins. Consumerism creates a McTime, a McWorld where the McSun always McShines. The creation of this MeTime seems the ultimate confection, but it is actually the ultimate consumption, and it consumes what belongs to us. In a double theft, letters of the alphabet are taken to sell pricey water, dear eau dear. Not one of these things is protected from consumerism, neither the music, the colours, the concepts, the letters, nor the water, nor time.