If You Say, I Love You, Then

Every Photographed Object Is Merely The Trace Left Behind By The Disappearance Of All The Rest. It Is An Almost Perfect Crime, An Almost Total Resolution Of The World, Which Merely Leave The Illusion Of A Particular Object Shining Forth, The Image Of Which Then Becomes An Impenetrable Enigma.

Here In The U.s., Culture Is Not That Delicious Panacea Which We Europeans Consume In A Sacramental Mental Space And Which Has Its Own Special Columns In The Newspapers - And In People's Minds. Culture Is Space, Speed, Cinema, Technology. This Culture Is Authentic, If Anything Can Be Said To Be Authentic.

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.

Philosophy Leads To Death, Sociology Leads To Suicide.

In Its Artless Cruelty, Dallas Is Superior To Any "intelligent" Critique That Can Be Made Of It. That Is Why Intellectual Snobberymeets Its Match Here.