[b]Jean Baudrillard
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.[/b]
I know, let’s go to war over it. And, sure, maybe make a bundle on the side.
…sense of futility that comes from doing anything merely to prove to yourself that you can do it: having a child, climbing a mountain, making some sexual conquest, committing suicide.
Waiting for godot.
Imagine the amazing good fortune of the generation that gets to see the end of the world.
True, but there are other ways to look it at. There must be.
Never resist a sentence you like, in which language takes its own pleasure and in which, after having abused it for so long, you are stupefied by its innocence.
Nope, haven’t come across one of them yet. Although I’m sure that I must have.
Philosophy leads to death, sociology leads to suicide.
Well, as long as we’re out of here.
Postmodernity is said to be a culture of fragmentary sensations, eclectic nostalgia, disposable simulacra, and promiscuous superficiality, in which the traditionally valued qualities of depth, coherence, meaning, originality, and authenticity are evacuated or dissolved amid the random swirl of empty signals.
That’s what it is alright. But not just academically.