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.

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 Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.

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.

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.

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