It Only Takes A Politician Believing In

What I Am, I Don't Know. I Am The Simulacrum Of Myself.

There Is No Human Reason To Be Here, Except For The Sheer Ecstasy Of Being Crowded Together.

One Has Never Said Better How Much "humanism", "normality", "quality Of Life" Were Nothing But The Vicissitudes Of Profitability.

Images Have Become Our True Sex Objects. It Is This Promiscuity And The Ubiquity Of Images, This Viral Contamination Of Images Which Are The Fatal Characteristics Of Our Culture.

Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.