Depression moods lead, almost invariably, to accidents. But, when they occur, our mood changes again, since the accident shows we can draw the world in our wake, and that we still retain some degree of power even when our spirits are low. A series of accidents creates a positively light-hearted state, out of consideration for this strange power.

You have to know how to disappear.

What I am, I don't know. I am the simulacrum of myself.

The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them. The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night.

It only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him.

Photography is our exorcism. Primitive society had its masks, bourgeois society its mirrors. We have our images.

[I]nside every computer, there is a hidden man being bored.