When The Real Is No Longer What

Seduction Is Always More Singular And Sublime Than Sex And It Commands The Higher Price.

Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What Anticipates Imagination By Giving It The Form Of Reality.

Neither Dead Nor Alive, The Hostage Is Suspended By An Incalculable Outcome. It Is Not His Destiny That Awaits For Him, Nor His Own Death, But Anonymous Chance, Which Can Only Seem To Him Something Absolutely Arbitrary. He Is In A State Of Radical Emergency, Of Virtual Extermination.

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.

Art Does Not Die Because There Is No More Art. It Dies Because There Is Too Much.