Like Dreams, Statistics Are A Form Of

The Sad Thing About Artificial Intelligence Is That It Lacks Artifice And Therefore Intelligence.

In Days Gone By, We Were Afraid Of Dying In Dishonor Or A State Of Sin. Nowadays, We Are Afraid Of Dying Fools. Now The Fact Is That There Is No Extreme Unction To Absolve Us Of Foolishness. We Endure It Here On Earth As Subjective Eternity.

When The Real Is No Longer What It Used To Be, Nostalgia Assumes Its Full Meaning.

The Futility Of Everything That Comes To Us From The Media Is The Inescapable Consequence Of The Absolute Inability Of That Particular Stage To Remain Silent. Music, Commercial Breaks, News Flashes, Adverts, News Broadcasts, Movies, Presenters—there Is No Alternative But To Fill The Screen; Otherwise There Would Be An Irremediable Void.... That’s Why The Slightest Technical Hitch, The Slightest Slip On The Part Of The Presenter Becomes So Exciting, For It Reveals The Depth Of The Emptiness Squinting Out At Us Through This Little Window.

Laughter On American Television Has Taken The Place Of The Chorus In Greek Tragedy. In Other Countries, The Business Of Laughing Is Left To The Viewers. Here, Their Laughter Is Put On The Screen, Integrated Into The Show. It Is The Screen That Is Laughing And Having A Good Time. You Are Simply Left Alone With Your Consternation.