It Is In Love With

Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What Anticipates Imagination By Giving It The Form Of Reality. This Is Quite Opposite To Our Own Natural Tendency Which Is To Anticipate Reality By Imagining It, Or To Flee From It By Idealizing It. That Is Why We [europeans] Shall Never Inhabit True Fiction; We Are Condemned To The Imaginary And Nostalgia For The Future.

Smile And Others Will Smile Back.

The Skylines Lit Up At Dead Of Night, The Air-conditioning Systems Cooling Empty Hotels In The Desert And Artificial Light In The Middle Of The Day All Have Something Both Demented And Admirable About Them. The Mindless Luxury Of A Rich Civilization, And Yet Of A Civilization Perhaps As Scared To See The Lights Go Out As Was The Hunter In His Primitive Night.

A Successful Object Is One Which Exists Beyond Its Own Reality, Which Creates A Dual (and Not Merely Interactlve) Relation (with Its Users Also), A Relation Of Contradiction, Misappropriation And Destablilisation.

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.