Politicians - Power Itself - Are Abject

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.

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

The Desert Is A Natural Extension Of The Inner Silence Of The Body. If Humanity's Language, Technology, And Buildings Are An Extension Of Its Constructive Faculties, The Desert Alone Is An Extension Of Its Capacity For Absence, The Ideal Schema Of Humanity's Disappearance.

In Years To Come Cities Will Stretch Out Horizontally And Will Be Non-urban (los Angeles). After That, They Will Bury Themselves In The Ground And Will No Longer Have Names. Everything Will Become Infrastructure Bathed In Artificial Light And Energy. The Brilliant Superstructure, The Crazy Verticality Will Have Disappeared. New York Is The Final Fling Of This Baroque Verticality, This Centrifugal Excentricity, Before The Horizontal Dismantling Arrives, And The Subterranean Implosion That Will Follow.

Depression Moods Lead, Almost Invariably, To Accidents. But, When They Occur, Our Mood Changes Again, Since The Accident Shows We Can Draw The World In Our Wake, And That We Still Retain Some Degree Of Power Even When Our Spirits Are Low. A Series Of Accidents Creates A Positively Light-hearted State, Out Of Consideration For This Strange Power.