They Thrived On The Rapid Turnover Of

The Residents Had Eliminated Both Past And Future, And For All Their Activity, They Existed In A Civilized And Eventless World.

I Define Inner Space As An Imaginary Realm In Which On The One Hand The Outer World Of Reality, And On The Other The Inner World Of The Mind Meet And Merge. Now, In The Landscapes Of The Surrealist Painters, For Example, One Sees The Regions Of Inner Space; And Increasingly I Believe That We Will Encounter In Film And Literature Scenes Which Are Neither Solely Realistic Nor Fantastic. In A Sense, It Will Be A Movement In The Interzone Between Both Spheres.

The Car As We Know It Is On The Way Out. To A Large Extent, I Deplore Its Passing, For As A Basically Old-fashioned Machine, It Enshrines A Basically Old-fashioned Idea: Freedom.

Civilised Life, You Know, Is Based On A Huge Number Of Illusions In Which We All Collaborate Willingly. The Trouble Is We Forget After A While That They Are Illusions And We Are Deeply Shocked When Reality Is Torn Down Around Us.

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).