Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What

We Live In A World Where There Is More And More Information, And Less And Less Meaning.

Simulation Is The Situation Created By Any System Of Signs When It Becomes Sophisticated Enough, Autonomous Enough, To Abolish Its Own Referent And To Replace It With Itself.

Holidays Are In No Sense An Alternative To The Congestion And Bustle Of The Cities And Work. Quite The Contrary. People Look To Escape Into An Intensification Of The Conditions Of Ordinary Life, Into A Deliberate Aggravation Of Those Conditions: Further From Nature, Nearer To Artifice, To Abstraction, To Total Pollution, To Well Above Average Levels Of Stress, Pressure, Concentration And Monotony - This Is The Ideal Of Popular Entertainment. No One Is Interested In Overcoming Alienation; The Point Is To Plunge Into It To The Point Of Ecstasy. That Is What Holidays Are For.

The Price We Pay For The Complexity Of Life Is Too High.

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