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.
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.
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions read more
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.
Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price
Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price