Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.

We Are No Longer In A State Of Growth; We Are In A State Of Excess. We Are Living In A Society Of Excrescence. The Boil Is Growing Out Of Control, Recklessly At Cross Purposes With Itself, Its Impacts Multiplying As The Causes Disintegrate.

Philosophy Leads To Death, Sociology Leads To Suicide.

Every Photographed Object Is Merely The Trace Left Behind By The Disappearance Of All The Rest. It Is An Almost Perfect Crime, An Almost Total Resolution Of The World, Which Merely Leave The Illusion Of A Particular Object Shining Forth, The Image Of Which Then Becomes An Impenetrable Enigma.

The Liberated Man Is Not The One Who Is Freed In His Ideal Reality, His Inner Truth, Or His Transparency; He Is The Man Who Changes Spaces, Who Circulates, Who Changes Sex, Clothes, And Habits According To Fashion, Rather Than Morality, And Who Changes Opinions Not As His Conscience Dictates But In Response To Opinion Polls.

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.