Nothing Is Wholly Obvious Without Becoming Enigmatic.

America Is The Original Version Of Modernity. We Are The Dubbed Or Subtitled Version. America Ducks The Question Of Origins; It Cultivates No Origin Or Mythical Authenticity; It Has No Past And No Founding Truth. Having Known No Primitive Accumulation Of Time, It Lives In A Perpetual Present.

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.

The Cities Of The World Are Concentric, Isomorphic, Synchronic. Only One Exists And You Are Always In The Same One. It's The Effect Of Their Permanent Revolution, Their Intense Circulation, Their Instantaneous Magnetism.

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.

In Years To Come Cities Will Stretch Out Horizontally And Will Be Non-urban (los Angeles). After That, They Will Bury Themselves In The Ground And Will No Longer Have Names. Everything Will Become Infrastructure Bathed In Artificial Light And Energy. The Brilliant Superstructure, The Crazy Verticality Will Have Disappeared. New York Is The Final Fling Of This Baroque Verticality, This Centrifugal Excentricity, Before The Horizontal Dismantling Arrives, And The Subterranean Implosion That Will Follow.