There Are Only A Few

In Years To Come Cities Will Stretch Out Horizontally And Will Be Non-urban (los Angeles). After That, They Will Bury Themselves In The Ground And Will No Longer Have Names. Everything Will Become Infrastructure Bathed In Artificial Light And Energy. The Brilliant Superstructure, The Crazy Verticality Will Have Disappeared. New York Is The Final Fling Of This Baroque Verticality, This Centrifugal Excentricity, Before The Horizontal Dismantling Arrives, And The Subterranean Implosion That Will Follow.

With The Truth, You Need To Get Rid Of It As Soon As Possible And Pass It On To Someone Else. As With Illness, This Is The Only Way To Be Cured Of It. The Person Who Keeps Truth In His Hands Has Lost.

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.

But What If God Himself Can Be Simulated, That Is To Say Can Be Reduced To Signs That Constitute Faith? Then The Whole System Becomes Weightless, It Is No Longer Anything But A Gigantic Simulacrum - Not Unreal, But Simulacrum, That Is To Say Never Exchanged For The Real, But Exchanged For Itself, In An Uninterrupted Circuit Without Reference Or Circumference.

Contact With Men Who Wield Power And Authority Still Leaves An Intangible Sense Of Repulsion. It's Very Like Being In Close Proximity To Fecal Matter, The Fecal Embodiment Of Something Unmentionable, And You Wonder What It Is Made Of And When It Acquired Its Historically Sacred Character.