Animals Have No Unconscious, Because They Have

Perhaps Our Eyes Are Merely A Blank Film Which Is Taken From Us After Our Deaths To Be Developed Elsewhere And Screened As Our Life Story In Some Infernal Cinema Or Dispatched As Microfilm Into The Sidereal Void.

America Is The Original Version Of Modernity. We Are The Dubbed Or Subtitled Version. America Ducks The Question Of Origins; It Cultivates No Origin Or Mythical Authenticity; It Has No Past And No Founding Truth. Having Known No Primitive Accumulation Of Time, It Lives In A Perpetual Present.

Disneyland Is Presented As Imaginary In Order To Make Us Believe That The Rest Is Real.

Like Dreams, Statistics Are A Form Of Wish Fulfillment.

This False Distance Is Present Everywhere: In Spy Films, In Godard, In Modern Advertising, Which Uses It Continually As A Cultural Allusion. It Is Not Really Clear In The End Whether This 'cool' Smile Is The Smile Of Humour Or That Of Commercial Complicity. This Is Also The Case With Pop, And Its Smile Ultimately Encapsulates All Its Ambiguity: It Is Not The Smile Of Critical Distance, But The Smile Of Collusion