Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What

This False Distance Is Present Everywhere: In Spy Films, In Godard, In Modern Advertising, Which Uses It Continually As A Cultural Allusion. It Is Not Really Clear In The End Whether This 'cool' Smile Is The Smile Of Humour Or That Of Commercial Complicity. This Is Also The Case With Pop, And Its Smile Ultimately Encapsulates All Its Ambiguity: It Is Not The Smile Of Critical Distance, But The Smile Of Collusion

It Is A World Completely Rotten With Wealth, Power, Senility, Indifference, Puritanism And Mental Hygiene, Poverty And Waste, Technological Futility And Aimless Violence, And Yet I Cannot Help But Feel It Has About It Something Of The Dawning Of The Universe. Perhaps Because The Entire World Continues To Dream Of New York, Even As New York Dominates And Exploits It.

It Is In Love With Its Limitless Horizontality, As New York May Be With Its Verticality.

Illusion Is No Longer Possible, Because The Real Is No Longer Possible.

Simulation Is The Situation Created By Any System Of Signs When It Becomes Sophisticated Enough, Autonomous Enough, To Abolish Its Own Referent And To Replace It With Itself.