He had to get inside; had work to do. A new outline for an edit to compose. And an insert to film: a final piece to camera for the rough cut of a documentary he doubted he would live to see aired. But it would be broadcast, and in the great public theatre of his age; that unregulated market of braying narcissists, that Wild West of disinformation and fraud, that infinite sea of piracy, the great electorate where the constituency of billions voted their approval with a click of a mouse. The internet. It brought governments down and rewrote history; so his film should be right at home.
