You Are Born Modern, You Do Not

But What If God Himself Can Be Simulated, That Is To Say Can Be Reduced To Signs That Constitute Faith? Then The Whole System Becomes Weightless, It Is No Longer Anything But A Gigantic Simulacrum - Not Unreal, But Simulacrum, That Is To Say Never Exchanged For The Real, But Exchanged For Itself, In An Uninterrupted Circuit Without Reference Or Circumference.

Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What Anticipates Imagination By Giving It The Form Of Reality.

The Multiplication Of Individual Sects Should Not Fool Us: The Important Point Is That The Whole Of America Is Preoccupied With The Sect As A Moral Institution, With Its Immediate Demand For Beatification, Its Material Efficacity, Its Compulsion For Justification, And Doubtless Also With Its Madness And Frenzy.

For Me, The Photography, In Its Purest Form, Is A Variant Of The Fable. Another Way Of Saving The Appearances - A Way Of Signifying, Through This Fabulous Capture, That This Supposed Real World Is Always About To Lose Its Meaning And Its Reality.

Nothing Is Wholly Obvious Without Becoming Enigmatic. Reality Itself Is Too Obvious To Be True .