Alfredo and I go back to Josh Harris's 'terribility' days in his pluralistic ad-hoc anarchic-art-temple in Tribeca, where he let Martinez set up a real bullet shooting gallery in the basement. While late-day art happenings in the age of Danto's "end of 'isms" were infecting the building vicariously; live surveillance cameras filming everyone everywhere 24/7 for a future voyeuristic downtown flick.