Power Floats Like Money, Like Language, Like

But What If God Himself Can Be Simulated, That Is To Say Can Be Reduced To Signs That Constitute Faith? Then The Whole System Becomes Weightless, It Is No Longer Anything But A Gigantic Simulacrum - Not Unreal, But Simulacrum, That Is To Say Never Exchanged For The Real, But Exchanged For Itself, In An Uninterrupted Circuit Without Reference Or Circumference.

One Can Speak Of An Alterity Of Desire - A Paradigm Defined Outside The Tired, Tacitly Accepted Regime, But One Comes Up Short When Attempting To Posit A Framework Of Desire Beyond Available, Known Desires.

Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.

Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What Anticipates Imagination By Giving It The Form Of Reality. This Is Quite Opposite To Our Own Natural Tendency Which Is To Anticipate Reality By Imagining It, Or To Flee From It By Idealizing It. That Is Why We [europeans] Shall Never Inhabit True Fiction; We Are Condemned To The Imaginary And Nostalgia For The Future.

Americans May Have No Identity, But They Do Have Wonderful Teeth.