For Every Second Of Time Was The

To The Lover The Loved One Always Appears As Solitary.

Things Are Only Mannequins And Even The Great World-historical Events Are Only Costumes Beneath Which They Exchange Glances With Nothingness.

History Breaks Down Into Images, Not Into Stories.

There Is No Document Of Civilization Which Is Not At The Same Time A Document Of Barbarism.

All Efforts To Render Politics Aesthetic Culminate In One Thing: War.