Maxioms by Jean Baudrillard
The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for read more
The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for a long time doing your conjugal duty.
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.
There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.
There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.
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.
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.