The Price We Pay For

The Desert Is A Natural Extension Of The Inner Silence Of The Body.

Prophesying Catastrophe Is Incredibly Banal. The More Original Move Is To Assume That It Has Already Happened.

The Us ... Cultivates No Origin Or Mythical Authenticity; It Has No Past And No Founding Truth ... It Lives In A Perpetual Present. In The Us Everything Human Is Artificial. The Country Is Without Hope. What Is Arresting Here Is ... Both The Absence Of Architecture In The Cities And The Dizzying Absence Of Emotion And Character In The Faces And Bodies.

Cities Are Distinguished By The Catastrophic Forms They Presuppose And Which Are A Vital Part Of Their Essential Charm. New York Is King Kong, Or The Blackout, Or Vertical Bombardment: Towering Inferno. Los Angeles Is The Horizontal Fault, California Breaking Off And Sliding Into The Pacific: Earthquake.

One Of The Pleasures Of Travel Is To Dive Into Places Where Others Are Compelled To Live And Come Out Unscathed, Full Of The Malicious Pleasure Of Abandoning Them To Their Fate.