Welcome To The Desert Of The Real.

Sadder Than Destitution, Sadder Than A Beggar Is The Man Who Eats Alone In Public. Nothing More Contradicts The Laws Of Man Or Beast, For Animals Always Do Each Other The Honor Of Sharing Or Disputing Each Other's Food.

Large Department Stores, With Their Luxuriant Abundance Of Canned Goods, Foods, And Clothing, Are Like The Primary Landscape And The Geometrical Locus Of Affluence. Streets With Overcrowded And Glittering Store Windowsthe Displays Of Delicacies, And All The Scenes Of Alimentary And Vestimentary Festivity, Stimulate A Magical Salivation. Accumulation Is More Than The Sum Of Its Products: The Conspicuousness Of Surplus, The Final And Magical Negation Of Scarcitymimic A New-found Nature Of Prodigious Fecundity.

You Have To Know How To Disappear.

Here In The U.s., Culture Is Not That Delicious Panacea Which We Europeans Consume In A Sacramental Mental Space And Which Has Its Own Special Columns In The Newspapers - And In People's Minds. Culture Is Space, Speed, Cinema, Technology. This Culture Is Authentic, If Anything Can Be Said To Be Authentic.

Terror Is As Much A Part Of The Concept Of Truth As Runniness Is Of The Concept Of Jam. We Wouldn't Like Jam If It Didn't, By Its Very Nature, Ooze. We Wouldn't Like Truth If It Wasn't Sticky, If, From Time To Time, It Didn't Ooze Blood.