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What You Have To Do Is Enter The Fiction Of America, Enter America As Fiction. It Is, Indeed, On This Fictive Basis That It Dominates The World.

One Of Life's Primal Situations; The Game Of Hide And Seek. Oh, The Delicious Thrill Of Hiding While The Others Come Looking For You, The Delicious Terror Of Being Discovered, But What Panic When, After A Long Search, The Others Abandon You! You Mustn't Hide Too Well. You Mustn't Be Too Good At The Game. The Player Must Never Be Bigger Than The Game Itself.

Today, Every Principle Of Identity Is Affected By Fashion, Precisely Because Of Its Potential To Revert All Forms To Non-origin And Recurrence. Fashion Is Always Retro, But Always On The Basis Of The Abolition Of The Passé (the Past): The Spectral Death And Resurrection Of Forms. Its Proper Actuality (its 'up-to-dateness', Its 'relevance') Is Not A Reference To The Present, But An Immediate And Total Recycling.

You Are Born Modern, You Do Not Become So.

The Need To Speak, Even If One Has Nothing To Say, Becomes More Pressing When One Has Nothing To Say, Just As The Will To Live Becomes More Urgent When Life Has Lost Its Meaning.