Cosmo is trapped in a conformist world. This is somebody who will do anything if enough pressure is put on him. I don’t have a lot of respect for people who buckle under to the conventional non-approach to things. Yet I’ve been plagued by the same temptations: to be liked, to be secure, to be a member of our society. At forty-six, I woke up and found myself part of the Establishment. I don’t want to be a member of the Establishment, but how the hell do you talk about a society you’re not really a part of? Are you above it, so pure and good that you can rationalize the lives of people you don’t know anything about? It’s not unhealthy for me to sometimes want to be a member of society. The picture says something to me: that we might sell anything mindlessly – even our own lives.