Feelings Are Never True. They Play With

The Desert Is A Natural Extension Of The Inner Silence Of The Body. If Humanity's Language, Technology, And Buildings Are An Extension Of Its Constructive Faculties, The Desert Alone Is An Extension Of Its Capacity For Absence, The Ideal Schema Of Humanity's Disappearance.

It Is In Love With Its Limitless Horizontality, As New York May Be With Its Verticality.

It Is Not Enough For Theory To Describe And Analyze, It Must Itself Be An Event In The Universe It Describes. In Order To Do This Theory Must Partake Of And Become The Acceleration Of This Logic. It Must Tear Itself From All Referents And Take Pride Only In The Future. Theory Must Operate On Time At The Cost Of A Deliberate Distortion Of Present Reality.

Power Floats Like Money, Like Language, Like Theory.

The New Shopping Malls Make Possible The Synthesis Of All Consumer Activities, Not Least Of Which Are Shopping, Flirting With Objects, Idle Wandering, And All The Permutations Of These.