The vicious lens

... And when Truman Burbank finally could find out the truth about the atrocity that his artificial and televised life was

and when he finally found the plastic limit-sky of the dome-town in which he was incarcerated all of his life

and when he finally broke that shell-jail-microworld-lie, and escaped free to the real world forever, crushing le grand mensonge under his heels.

He simply escaped to a bigger plastic-limit sky, to another enormous [more enormous, immeasurably enormous, more and more yet] dome-town.

 















Or did you think you're not being observed?

 



 Always there is an eye. Always somewhere.