You Think You Photograph A Particular Scene

The Obese Is In A Total Delirium. For He Is Not Only Large, Of A Size Opposed To Normal Morphology: He Is Larger Than Large. He No Longer Makes Sense In Some Distinctive Opposition, But In His Excess, His Redundancy.

The Desert Is A Natural Extension Of The Inner Silence Of The Body. If Humanity's Language, Technology, And Buildings Are An Extension Of Its Constructive Faculties, The Desert Alone Is An Extension Of Its Capacity For Absence, The Ideal Schema Of Humanity's Disappearance.

One Of Life's Primal Situations; The Game Of Hide And Seek. Oh, The Delicious Thrill Of Hiding While The Others Come Looking For You, The Delicious Terror Of Being Discovered, But What Panic When, After A Long Search, The Others Abandon You! You Mustn't Hide Too Well. You Mustn't Be Too Good At The Game. The Player Must Never Be Bigger Than The Game Itself.

The Futility Of Everything That Comes To Us From The Media Is The Inescapable Consequence Of The Absolute Inability Of That Particular Stage To Remain Silent. Music, Commercial Breaks, News Flashes, Adverts, News Broadcasts, Movies, Presenters—there Is No Alternative But To Fill The Screen; Otherwise There Would Be An Irremediable Void.... That’s Why The Slightest Technical Hitch, The Slightest Slip On The Part Of The Presenter Becomes So Exciting, For It Reveals The Depth Of The Emptiness Squinting Out At Us Through This Little Window.

There Exists, Between People In Love, A Kind Of Capital Held By Each. This Is Not Just A Stock Of Affects Or Pleasure, But Also The Possibility Of Playing Double Or Quits With The Share You Hold In The Other's Heart.