Our Lives Today Are Not Conducted In

Fiction Is A Branch Of Neurology: The Scenarios Of Nerve And Blood Vessels Are The Written Mythologies Of Memory And Desire.

People Think That By Living On Some Mountainside In A Tent And Being Frozen To Death By Freezing Rain, They're Somehow Discovering Reality, But Of Course That's Just Another Fiction Dreamed Up By A Tv Producer.

Art Exists Because Reality Is Neither Real Nor Significant.

Deserts Possess A Particular Magic, Since They Have Exhausted Their Own Futures, And Are Thus Free Of Time. Anything Erected There, A City, A Pyramid, A Motel, Stands Outside Time. It's No Coincidence That Religious Leaders Emerge From The Desert. Modern Shopping Malls Have Much The Same Function. A Future Rimbaud, Van Gogh Or Adolf Hitler Will Emerge From Their Timeless Wastes.

The Marriage Of Reason And Nightmare Which Has Dominated The 20th Century Has Given Birth To An Ever More Ambiguous World. Across The Communications Landscape Move The Specters Of Sinister Technologies And The Dreams That Money Can Buy. Thermonuclear Weapons Systems And Soft Drink Commercials Coexist In An Overlit Realm Ruled By Advertising And Pseudoevents, Science And Pornography. Over Our Lives Preside The Great Twin Leitmotifs Of The 20th Century-sex And Paranoia.