Welcome To The Desert Of

It Is A World Completely Rotten With Wealth, Power, Senility, Indifference, Puritanism And Mental Hygiene, Poverty And Waste, Technological Futility And Aimless Violence, And Yet I Cannot Help But Feel It Has About It Something Of The Dawning Of The Universe. Perhaps Because The Entire World Continues To Dream Of New York, Even As New York Dominates And Exploits It.

Neither Dead Nor Alive, The Hostage Is Suspended By An Incalculable Outcome. It Is Not His Destiny That Awaits For Him, Nor His Own Death, But Anonymous Chance, Which Can Only Seem To Him Something Absolutely Arbitrary. He Is In A State Of Radical Emergency, Of Virtual Extermination.

To Love Someone Is To Isolate Him From The World, Wipe Out Every Trace Of Him, Dispossess Him Of His Shadow, Drag Him Into A Murderous Future. It Is To Circle Around The Other Like A Dead Star And Absorb Him Into A Black Light.

Driving Is A Spectacular Form Of Amnesia. Everything Is To Be Discovered, Everything To Be Obliterated.

Philosophy Leads To Death, Sociology Leads To Suicide.