Recorders, film, video and web sites have been duplicating it, and every single bit and byte of its surrounding reality, ad nauseam. This virtual reality is being nourished by repetitions to create reality. It is a measured, soulless, dead reality. I’m outside the General Assembly room. First Avenue in New York City seems real. I’m inclined to think that repetition in a non-virtual reality is virtually impossible. Although, against all common sense, this reality is telling me that what is being repeated many times cannot be unreal.