All that once was directly lived has become mere representation.

The spectacle is the bad dream of a modern society in chains and ultimately expresses nothing more than its wish for sleep. The spectacle is the guardian of that sleep.

Tourism, human circulation considered as consumption is fundamentally nothing more than the leisure of going to see what has become banal.

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

In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation.

All that once was directly lived has become mere representation.

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.