The Sad Thing About Artificial Intelligence Is

This False Distance Is Present Everywhere: In Spy Films, In Godard, In Modern Advertising, Which Uses It Continually As A Cultural Allusion. It Is Not Really Clear In The End Whether This 'cool' Smile Is The Smile Of Humour Or That Of Commercial Complicity. This Is Also The Case With Pop, And Its Smile Ultimately Encapsulates All Its Ambiguity: It Is Not The Smile Of Critical Distance, But The Smile Of Collusion

As The End Of The Century Approaches, All Our Culture Is Like The Culture Of Flies At The Beginning Of Winter. Having Lost Their Agility, Dreamy And Demented, They Turn Slowly About The Window In The First Icy Mists Of Morning. They Give Themselves A Last Wash And Brush-up, Their Oscillated Eyes Roll, And They Fall Down The Curtains.

The Great Person Is Ahead Of Their Time, The Smart Make Something Out Of It, And The Blockhead, Sets Themselves Against It.

We Are No Longer Dealing With Historical Events, But With Places Of Collapse.

The Order Of The World Is Always Right - Such Is The Judgment Of God. For God Has Departed, But He Has Left His Judgment Behind, The Way The Cheshire Cat Left His Grin.