Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What

In The Same Way That We Need Statesmen To Spare Us The Abjection Of Exercising Power, We Need Scholars To Spare Us The Abjection Of Learning.

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.

Freud Thought He Was Bringing The Plague To The U.s.a., But The U.s.a. Has Victoriously Resisted The Psychoanalytical Frost By Real Deep Freezing, By Mental And Sexual Refrigeration. They Have Countered The Black Magic Of The Unconscious With The White Magic Of "doing Your Own Thing," Air Conditioning, Sterilization, Mental Frigidity And The Cold Media Of Information.

Every Woman Is Like A Time-zone. She Is A Nocturnal Fragment Of Your Journey. She Brings You Unflaggingly Closer To The Next Night.

The Futility Of Everything That Comes To Us From The Media Is The Inescapable Consequence Of The Absolute Inability Of That Particular Stage To Remain Silent. Music, Commercial Breaks, News Flashes, Adverts, News Broadcasts, Movies, Presenters—there Is No Alternative But To Fill The Screen; Otherwise There Would Be An Irremediable Void.... That’s Why The Slightest Technical Hitch, The Slightest Slip On The Part Of The Presenter Becomes So Exciting, For It Reveals The Depth Of The Emptiness Squinting Out At Us Through This Little Window.