He would encourage me to move about the studio. Would not give me a pose. Drew without looking at the paper. Drew on the floor. Follow the lines, he would say, watch the surroundings. A thin arm makes a face sadder. Describing shadows he grew small, rascally.
“If one had to categorize the future in one word, it would be that word “home.” Just as the 20th century has been the age of mobility, largely through the motor car, so the next era will be one in which instead of having to seek out one’s adventures through travel, one creates them, in whatever form one chooses, in one’s home. The average individual… will have all the resources of a modern TV studio at his fingertips, coupled with data processing devices of incredible sophistication and power.”
J. G. Ballard | Penthouse, April 1979