Maxioms by Jean Baudrillard
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.
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.
If we consider the superiority of the human species, the size of its brain, its powers of thinking, language and read more
If we consider the superiority of the human species, the size of its brain, its powers of thinking, language and organization, we can say this: were there the slightest possibility that another rival or superior species might appear, on earth or elsewhere, man would use every means at his disposal to destroy it.
There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.
There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.
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.
