History That Repeats Itself Turns To Farce.

If You Say, I Love You, Then You Have Already Fallen In Love With Language, Which Is Already A Form Of Break Up And Infidelity.

The Price We Pay For The Complexity Of Life Is Too High. When You Think Of All The Effort You Have To Put In -telephonic, Technological And Relational -to Alter Even The Slightest Bit Of Behavior In This Strange World We Call Social Life, You Are Left Pining For The Straightforwardness Of Primitive Peoples And Their Physical Work.

Terrorism, Like Viruses, Is Everywhere. There Is A Global Perfusion Of Terrorism, Which Accompanies Any System Of Domination As Though It Were Its Shadow, Ready To Activate Itself Anywhere, Like A Double Agent.

Today, Every Principle Of Identity Is Affected By Fashion, Precisely Because Of Its Potential To Revert All Forms To Non-origin And Recurrence. Fashion Is Always Retro, But Always On The Basis Of The Abolition Of The Passé (the Past): The Spectral Death And Resurrection Of Forms. Its Proper Actuality (its 'up-to-dateness', Its 'relevance') Is Not A Reference To The Present, But An Immediate And Total Recycling.

The Liberated Man Is Not The One Who Is Freed In His Ideal Reality, His Inner Truth, Or His Transparency; He Is The Man Who Changes Spaces, Who Circulates, Who Changes Sex, Clothes, And Habits According To Fashion, Rather Than Morality, And Who Changes Opinions Not As His Conscience Dictates But In Response To Opinion Polls.