The Suburbs Dream Of Violence.

In The Past We Have Always Assumed That The External World Around Us Has Represented Reality, However Confusing Or Uncertain, And That The Inner World Of Our Minds, Its Dreams, Hopes, Ambitions, Represented The Realm Of Fantasy, And The Imagination. These Roles, It Seems To Me, Have Been Reversed. The Most Prudent And Effective Method Of Dealing With The World Around Us Is To Assume That It Is A Complete Fiction - Conversely, The One Small Node Of Reality Left To Us Is Inside Of Our Own Heads.

I Felt The Pressure Of Imagination Against The Doors Of My Mind Was So Great That They Were Going To Burst.

A Car Crash Harnesses Elements Of Eroticism, Aggression, Desire, Speed, Drama, Kinesthetic Factors, The Stylizing Of Motion, Consumer Goods, Status - All These In One Event. I Myself See The Car Crash As A Tremendous Sexual Event Really: A Liberation Of Human And Machine Libido (if There Is Such A Thing).

I Feel That The Surrealists Have Created A Series Of Valid External Landscapes Which Have Their Direct Correspondences Within Our Own Minds.

I Find Wholly Baffling The Widespread Belief Today That The Dropping Of The Hiroshima And Nagasaki Bombs Was An Immoral Act, Even Possibly A War Crime To Rank With Nazi Genocide.