To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper.

They become liberated spaces that can be occupied. A rich indetermination gives them, by means of a semantic rarefaction, the function of articulating a second, poetic geography on top of the geography of the literal, forbidden or permitted meaning. They insinuate other routes into the functionalist and historical order of movement. Walking follows them: 'I fill this great empty space with a beautiful name.'

The only freedom supposed to be left to the masses is that of grazing on the ration of simulacra the system distributes to each individual.

The panorama-city is a 'theoretical' (that is, visual) simulacrum, in short a picture, whose condition of possibility is an oblivion and a misunderstanding of practices.

More than its utilitarian and technocratic transparency, it is the opaque ambivalence of its oddities that makes the city livable.

A memory is only a Prince Charming who stays just long enough to awaken the Sleeping Beauties of our wordless stories.

Along with the lazy man... the dying man is the immoral man: the former, a subject that does not work; the latter, an object that no longer even makes itself available to be worked on by others.