You Are Born Modern, You

Business Owners Are Like Joggers. If You Stop A Jogger, He Goes On Running On The Spot. If You Drag An Owner Away From His Business, He Goes On Running On The Spot, Pawing The Ground, Talking Business. He Never Stops Hurtling Onwards, Making Decisions And Executing Them.

As The End Of The Century Approaches, All Our Culture Is Like The Culture Of Flies At The Beginning Of Winter. Having Lost Their Agility, Dreamy And Demented, They Turn Slowly About The Window In The First Icy Mists Of Morning. They Give Themselves A Last Wash And Brush-up, Their Oscillated Eyes Roll, And They Fall Down The Curtains.

Imagine The Amazing Good Fortune Of The Generation That Gets To See The End Of The World. This Is As Marvelous As Being There In The Beginning.

Photography Is Our Exorcism. Primitive Society Had Its Masks, Bourgeois Society Its Mirrors. We Have Our Images.

It Is Always The Same: Once You Are Liberated, You Are Forced To Ask Who You Are.