“The only passion today: the passion for a multiplicity of simultaneous lives, for the metamorphosis and anamorphosis of modes of life, of places, of ways of loving. Every object is unique and should be all that our imaginations require. But there’s nothing we can do about it: we have to move on from one to another. Every landscape is sublime, but there’s nothing we can do about it: we have to swap them one for another continually and the sublime today lies in the intercontinental flight which connects them all together. The capacity to pass from one life to another, and not to die in only one life – that beats everything.”
Book:Cool memories
