[i]nside Every Computer, There Is A Hidden

Postmodernity Is Said To Be A Culture Of Fragmentary Sensations, Eclectic Nostalgia, Disposable Simulacra, And Promiscuous Superficiality, In Which The Traditionally Valued Qualities Of Depth, Coherence, Meaning, Originality, And Authenticity Are Evacuated Or Dissolved Amid The Random Swirl Of Empty Signals.

You Think You Photograph A Particular Scene For The Pleasure It Gives. In Fact It's The Scene That Wants To Be Photographed. You're Merely An Extra In The Production.

Sadder Than The Beggar Is The Man Who Eats Alone In Public.

For The Heavenly Fire No Longer Strikes Depraved Cities, It Is Rather The Lens Which Cuts Through Ordinary Reality Like A Laser, Putting It To Death.

We Are All Hostages, And We Are All Terrorists. This Circuit Has Replaced That Other One Of Masters And Slaves, The Dominating And The Dominated, The Exploiters And The Exploited. It Is Worse Than The One It Replaces, But At Least It Liberates Us From Liberal Nostalgia And The Ruses Of History.