The Price We Pay For The Complexity

We Are Becoming Like Cats, Slyly Parasitic, Enjoying An Indifferent Domesticity. Nice And Snug In The Social, Our Historic Passions Have Withdrawn Into The Glow Of An Artificial Coziness, And Our Half-closed Eyes Now Seek Little Other Than The Peaceful Parade Of Television Pictures.

We Are All Hostages, And We Are All Terrorists. This Circuit Has Replaced That Other One Of Masters And Slaves, The Dominating And The Dominated, The Exploiters And The Exploited. It Is Worse Than The One It Replaces, But At Least It Liberates Us From Liberal Nostalgia And The Ruses Of History.

Driving Is A Spectacular Form Of Amnesia. Everything Is To Be Discovered, Everything To Be Obliterated.

The Cities Of The World Are Concentric, Isomorphic, Synchronic. Only One Exists And You Are Always In The Same One. It's The Effect Of Their Permanent Revolution, Their Intense Circulation, Their Instantaneous Magnetism.

Philosophy Leads To Death, Sociology Leads To Suicide.