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As For Freedom, It Will Soon Cease To Exist In Any Shape Or Form. Living Will Depend Upon Absolute Obedience To A Strict Set Of Arrangements, Which It Will No Longer Be Possible To Transgress. The Air Traveler Is Not Free. In The Future, Life's Passengers Will Be Even Less So: They Will Travel Through Their Lives Fastened To Their (corporate) Seats.

Deep Down, The Us, With Its Space, Its Technological Refinement, Its Bluff Good Conscience, Even In Those Spaces Which It Opens Up For Simulation, Is The Only Remaining Primitive Society.

The Price We Pay For The Complexity Of Life Is Too High. When You Think Of All The Effort You Have To Put In -telephonic, Technological And Relational -to Alter Even The Slightest Bit Of Behavior In This Strange World We Call Social Life, You Are Left Pining For The Straightforwardness Of Primitive Peoples And Their Physical Work.

Art Does Not Die Because There Is No More Art. It Dies Because There Is Too Much.

The Us ... Cultivates No Origin Or Mythical Authenticity; It Has No Past And No Founding Truth ... It Lives In A Perpetual Present. In The Us Everything Human Is Artificial. The Country Is Without Hope. What Is Arresting Here Is ... Both The Absence Of Architecture In The Cities And The Dizzying Absence Of Emotion And Character In The Faces And Bodies.