Welcome to the Desert of the Real.

One has never said better how much "humanism", "normality", "quality of life" were nothing but the vicissitudes of profitability.

There is no human reason to be here, except for the sheer ecstasy of being crowded together.

Illusion is no longer possible, because the real is no longer possible.

The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.

Postmodernity is the simultaneity of the destruction of earlier values and their reconstruction. It is renovation within ruination.

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you.