Genius Is Childhood Recaptured.

Pornography Is The Quadraphonics Of Sex. It Adds A Third And Fourth Track To The Sexual Act. It Is The Hallucination Of Detail That Rules. Science Has Already Habituated Us To This Microscopics, This Excess Of The Real In Its Microscopic Detail, This Voyeurism Of Exactitude.

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.

There Exists, Between People In Love, A Kind Of Capital Held By Each. This Is Not Just A Stock Of Affects Or Pleasure, But Also The Possibility Of Playing Double Or Quits With The Share You Hold In The Other's Heart.

It Is Perhaps Not A Surprise That Photography Developed As A Technological Medium In The Industrial Age, When Reality Started To Disappear. It Is Even Perhaps The Disappearance Of Reality That Triggered This Technical Form. Reality Found A Way To Mutate Into An Image.

The Surprises Of Thought Are Like Those Of Love: They Wear Out. But Here Too You Can Carry On For A Long Time Doing Your Conjugal Duty.