Atterrato e arrivato a casa. Confuso come al solito dal jet lag, dopo un lungo volo passato a leggere il numero speciale di Rolling Stone dedicato ai Gratefull Dead, mi aggiro per casa e per arrivare a stasera scrivo questo ultimo post:

«More sirens here, day and night. The cars are faster, the advertisements more aggressive. This is wall-to-wall prostitution. And total electric light too. And the game – all games – gets more intense. It’s always like this when you’re getting near to the centre of the world. But the people smile. Actually they smile more and more, though never to other people, always to themselves.
Why do people live in New York? There is no relationship between them. Except for an inner electricity which results from a simple fact of their being crowded together. A magical sensation of contiguity and attraction for an artificial centrality. This is what makes it a self-attracting universe, which there is no reason to leave. There is no human reason to be here, except for the sheer ecstasy of being crowded together».

– Jean Baudrillard (America)