Feelings Are Never True. They Play With

Today, Every Principle Of Identity Is Affected By Fashion, Precisely Because Of Its Potential To Revert All Forms To Non-origin And Recurrence. Fashion Is Always Retro, But Always On The Basis Of The Abolition Of The Passé (the Past): The Spectral Death And Resurrection Of Forms. Its Proper Actuality (its 'up-to-dateness', Its 'relevance') Is Not A Reference To The Present, But An Immediate And Total Recycling.

History That Repeats Itself Turns To Farce. Farce That Repeats Itself Turns To History.

Neither Dead Nor Alive, The Hostage Is Suspended By An Incalculable Outcome. It Is Not His Destiny That Awaits For Him, Nor His Own Death, But Anonymous Chance, Which Can Only Seem To Him Something Absolutely Arbitrary. He Is In A State Of Radical Emergency, Of Virtual Extermination.

Cowardice And Courage Are Never Without A Measure Of Affectation. Nor Is Love. Feelings Are Never True. They Play With Their Mirrors.

At The Heart Of Pornography Is Sexuality Haunted By Its Own Disappearance.