One Has Never Said Better How Much

Sadder Than The Beggar Is The Man Who Eats Alone In Public.

As For Freedom, It Will Soon Cease To Exist In Any Shape Or Form. Living Will Depend Upon Absolute Obedience To A Strict Set Of Arrangements, Which It Will No Longer Be Possible To Transgress. The Air Traveler Is Not Free. In The Future, Life's Passengers Will Be Even Less So: They Will Travel Through Their Lives Fastened To Their (corporate) Seats.

The Very Definition Of The Real Becomes: That Of Which It Is Possible To Give An Equivalent Reproduction. The Real Is Not Only What Can Be Reproduced, But That Which Is Always Already Reproduced. The Hyper Real.

In Our Culture, Futility Plays The Role Of Transgression And Fashion Is Condemned For Having Within It The Force Of The Pure Sign Which Signifies Nothing.

The Skylines Lit Up At Dead Of Night, The Air-conditioning Systems Cooling Empty Hotels In The Desert And Artificial Light In The Middle Of The Day All Have Something Both Demented And Admirable About Them. The Mindless Luxury Of A Rich Civilization, And Yet Of A Civilization Perhaps As Scared To See The Lights Go Out As Was The Hunter In His Primitive Night.