Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.

It Is Not Enough For Theory To Describe And Analyze, It Must Itself Be An Event In The Universe It Describes.

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.

Cities Are Distinguished By The Catastrophic Forms They Presuppose And Which Are A Vital Part Of Their Essential Charm. New York Is King Kong, Or The Blackout, Or Vertical Bombardment: Towering Inferno. Los Angeles Is The Horizontal Fault, California Breaking Off And Sliding Into The Pacific: Earthquake.

If Everything Is Perfect, Language Is Useless. This Is True For Animals. If Animals Don't Speak, It's Because Everything's Perfect For Them. If One Day They Start To Speak, It Will Be Because The World Has Lost A Certain Sort Of Perfection.

Mistakes, Scandals, And Failures No Longer Signal Catastrophe. The Crucial Thing Is That They Be Made Credible, And That The Public Be Made Aware Of The Efforts Being Expended In That Direction. The Marketing Immunity Of Governments Is Similar To That Of The Major Brands Of Washing Powder.