Power Is Only Too Happy To Make

The Cities Of The World Are Concentric, Isomorphic, Synchronic. Only One Exists And You Are Always In The Same One. It's The Effect Of Their Permanent Revolution, Their Intense Circulation, Their Instantaneous Magnetism.

The Secret Of Theory Is That Truth Does Not Exist.

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.

There Is No Human Reason To Be Here, Except For The Sheer Ecstasy Of Being Crowded Together.

The Price We Pay For The Complexity Of Life Is Too High.