It Is In Love With Its Limitless

There Is Nothing More Mysterious Than A Tv Set Left On In An Empty Room. It Is Even Stranger Than A Man Talking To Himself Or A Woman Standing Dreaming At Her Stove. It Is As If Another Planet Is Communicating With You.

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.

In Our Culture, Futility Plays The Role Of Transgression And Fashion Is Condemned For Having Within It The Force Of The Pure Sign Which Signifies Nothing.

Postmodernity Is The Simultaneity Of The Destruction Of Earlier Values And Their Reconstruction. It Is Renovation Within Ruination.

A Sociosphere Of Contact, Control, Persuasion And Dissuasion, Of Exhibitions Of Inhibitions In Massive Or Homeopathic Doses...: This Is Obscenity. All Structures Turned Inside Out And Exhibited, All Operations Rendered Visible. In America This Goes All The Way From The Bewildering Network Of Aerial Telephone And Electric Wiresto The Concrete Multiplication Of All The Bodily Functions In The Home, The Litany Of Ingredients On The Tiniest Can Of Food, The Exhibition Of Income Or Iq.