You Have To Know How To Disappear.

[i]nside Every Computer, There Is A Hidden Man Being Bored.

This False Distance Is Present Everywhere: In Spy Films, In Godard, In Modern Advertising, Which Uses It Continually As A Cultural Allusion. It Is Not Really Clear In The End Whether This 'cool' Smile Is The Smile Of Humour Or That Of Commercial Complicity. This Is Also The Case With Pop, And Its Smile Ultimately Encapsulates All Its Ambiguity: It Is Not The Smile Of Critical Distance, But The Smile Of Collusion

It Is The Corpse Of The Bourgeoisie That Separates Us. With Us, It Is That Class That Is The Carrier Of The Chromosome Of Banality.

The Era Of The Political Was One Of Anomie: Crisis, Violence, Madness And Revolution. The Era Of The Trans-political Is That Of Anomaly: An Aberration Of No Consequence, Contemporaneous With The Event Of No Consequence.

Sadder Than Destitution, Sadder Than A Beggar Is The Man Who Eats Alone In Public. Nothing More Contradicts The Laws Of Man Or Beast, For Animals Always Do Each Other The Honor Of Sharing Or Disputing Each Other's Food.