All Societies End Up Wearing Masks.

When The Real Is No Longer What It Used To Be, Nostalgia Assumes Its Full Meaning.

Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.

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.

Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What Anticipates Imagination By Giving It The Form Of Reality.

A Series Of Accidents Creates A Positively Light-hearted State, Out Of Consideration For This Strange Power.