Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume; the hellish cycle is complete.
We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.
Work is the opposite of creativity.
Hope is the leash of submission.
To be rich nowadays merely means to possess a large number of poor objects.
Our task is not to rediscover nature but to remake it.