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If You Say, I Love You, Then You Have Already Fallen In Love With Language, Which Is Already A Form Of Break Up And Infidelity.

The Desert Is A Natural Extension Of The Inner Silence Of The Body.

It Is The Real, And Not The Map, Whose Vestiges Subsist Here And There, In The Deserts Which Are No Longer Those Of The Empire But Our Own: The Desert Of The Real Itself.

We Are No Longer Dealing With Historical Events, But With Places Of Collapse.

America Is The Original Version Of Modernity. We Are The Dubbed Or Subtitled Version. America Ducks The Question Of Origins; It Cultivates No Origin Or Mythical Authenticity; It Has No Past And No Founding Truth. Having Known No Primitive Accumulation Of Time, It Lives In A Perpetual Present.