Every Woman Is Like A Time-zone. She

Perhaps Our Eyes Are Merely A Blank Film Which Is Taken From Us After Our Deaths To Be Developed Elsewhere And Screened As Our Life Story In Some Infernal Cinema Or Dispatched As Microfilm Into The Sidereal Void.

The War Was Won On Both Sides: By The Vietnamese On The Ground, By The Americans In The Electronic Mental Space. And If The One Side Won An Ideological And Political Victory, The Other Made Apocalypse Now And That Has Gone Right Around The World.

The Only Thing Worse Than Being Bored Is Being Boring.

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.

The Sumptuous Age Of Stars And Images Is Reduced To A Few Artificial Tornado Effects, Pathetic Fake Buildings, And Childish Tricks Which The Crowd Pretends To Be Taken In By To Avoid Feeling Too Disappointed. Ghost Towns, Ghost People. The Whole Place Has The Same Air Of Obsolescence About It As Sunset Or Hollywood Boulevard.