Publicity is the life of this culture - in so far as without publicity capitalism could not survive - and at the same time publicity is its dream.
Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.
Modern thought has transferred the spectral character of Death to the notion of time itself. Time has become Death triumphant over all.
What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.