Like lost children we live our unfinished adventures.

people who personify the system are indeed well known for not being what they seem to be; they have achieved greatness by embracing a level of reality lower than that of the most insignificant individual life- and everyone knows it.

He will essentially follow the language of the spectacle, for it is the only one he is familiar with.

As specialists of apparent life, stars serve as superficial objects that people can identify with in order to compensate for the fragmented productive specialisations that they actually live.

What is false creates taste, and reinforces itself by knowingly eliminating any possible reference to the authentic. And what is genuine is reconstructed as quickly as possible, to resemble the false.

In a world that has REALLY been turned on its head, truth is a moment of falsehood.

Plagiarism is necessary, progress implies it