The Neighborhood Is Nothing But A Protective

Depression Moods Lead, Almost Invariably, To Accidents. But, When They Occur, Our Mood Changes Again, Since The Accident Shows We Can Draw The World In Our Wake, And That We Still Retain Some Degree Of Power Even When Our Spirits Are Low. A Series Of Accidents Creates A Positively Light-hearted State, Out Of Consideration For This Strange Power.

Large Department Stores, With Their Luxuriant Abundance Of Canned Goods, Foods, And Clothing, Are Like The Primary Landscape And The Geometrical Locus Of Affluence. Streets With Overcrowded And Glittering Store Windowsthe Displays Of Delicacies, And All The Scenes Of Alimentary And Vestimentary Festivity, Stimulate A Magical Salivation. Accumulation Is More Than The Sum Of Its Products: The Conspicuousness Of Surplus, The Final And Magical Negation Of Scarcitymimic A New-found Nature Of Prodigious Fecundity.

There Are Only A Few Images That Are Not Forced To Provide Meaning, Or Have To Go Through The Filter Of A Specific Idea.

Smile And Others Will Smile Back. Smile To Show How Transparent, How Candid You Are. Smile If You Have Nothing To Say. Most Of All, Do Not Hide The Fact You Have Nothing To Say Nor Your Total Indifference To Others. Let This Emptiness, This Profound Indifference Shine Out Spontaneously In Your Smile.

Information...exhausts Itself In The Staging Of Meaning...[and Leads] Not At All To A Surfeit Of Innovation But To The Very Contrary, To Total Entropy