The Job Of A Citizen Is To

As A Child I Was A Great Liar. Fortunately My Mother Liked My Lies. I Promised Her Marvelous Things.

I Had An Uncle Who Was A Postal Official At The Polish Post Office In Gdansk. He Was One Of The Defenders Of The Polish Postal Service And, After It Capitulated, Was Shot By The Germans Under The Provisions Of Martial Law. Suddenly He Was No Longer A Member Of The Family, And We Were No Longer Allowed To Play With His Children.

Removed From Its More Restrictive Sense, Masturbation Has Become An Expression For Everything That Has Proved, For Lack Of Human Contact, To Be Void Of Meaning. We Have Communication Problems, Suffer From Egocentrism And Narcissism, Are Frustrated By Information Glut And Loss Of Environment; We Stagnate Despite The Rising Gnp.

I Shall Speak Of How Melancholy And Utopia Preclude One Another. How They Fertilize One Another... Of The Revulsion That Follows One Insight And Precedes The Next... Of Superabundance And Surfeit. Of Stasis In Progress. And Of Myself, For Whom Melancholy And Utopia Are Heads And Tails Of The Same Coin.

Translation Is That Which Transforms Everything So That Nothing Changes.