Like Dreams, Statistics Are A Form Of

The Era Of The Political Was One Of Anomie: Crisis, Violence, Madness And Revolution. The Era Of The Trans-political Is That Of Anomaly: An Aberration Of No Consequence, Contemporaneous With The Event Of No Consequence.

The Most Embarrassing Part Of The Film Is That The New Problem Posed By Simulation Is Confused With Its Classical, Platonic Treatment ... The Matrix Is Surely The Kind Of Film About The Matrix That The Matrix Would Have Been Able To Produce.

One Of The Pleasures Of Travel Is To Dive Into Places Where Others Are Compelled To Live And Come Out Unscathed, Full Of The Malicious Pleasure Of Abandoning Them To Their Fate.

The Sumptuous Age Of Stars And Images Is Reduced To A Few Artificial Tornado Effects, Pathetic Fake Buildings, And Childish Tricks Which The Crowd Pretends To Be Taken In By To Avoid Feeling Too Disappointed. Ghost Towns, Ghost People. The Whole Place Has The Same Air Of Obsolescence About It As Sunset Or Hollywood Boulevard.

But What If God Himself Can Be Simulated, That Is To Say Can Be Reduced To Signs That Constitute Faith? Then The Whole System Becomes Weightless, It Is No Longer Anything But A Gigantic Simulacrum - Not Unreal, But Simulacrum, That Is To Say Never Exchanged For The Real, But Exchanged For Itself, In An Uninterrupted Circuit Without Reference Or Circumference.