Maxioms by Jean Baudrillard
Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in read more
Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.
Perhaps our eyes are merely a blank film which is taken from us after our deaths to be developed elsewhere read more
Perhaps our eyes are merely a blank film which is taken from us after our deaths to be developed elsewhere and screened as our life story in some infernal cinema or dispatched as microfilm into the sidereal void.
Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the read more
Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.
Depression moods lead, almost invariably, to accidents. But, when they occur, our mood changes again, since the accident shows we read more
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.
Every woman is like a timezone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to read more
Every woman is like a timezone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night.