It is not necessary to be in a big place to do big things.
In its artless cruelty, Dallas is superior to any "intelligent" critique that can be made of it. That is why intellectual snobberymeets its match here.
We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.
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.
Illusion is no longer possible, because the real is no longer possible.
What I am, I don't know. I am the simulacrum of myself.
History that repeats itself turns to farce. Farce that repeats itself turns to history.
You feel like you want something, but you don't actually know what that is. I remember waking up the other night and really craving something, but not knowing what it is. That feeling has been prominent throughout my whole life. I think I try and fill that thing with lots of different things. I can't really stay still. I can't really not be stimulated. It's kind of a search of constant stimulation through other people, substances and stuff. I think that's what our lyrical content is about.
All knowledge is precious whether or not it serves the slightest human use.
In many rural areas of the world, local communities use kerosene for indoor lighting, which leads to asthma, poor quality of light, and the desperate cycle of oil-based products that continually degrade the environment.
Obama is a human wrecking ball single-handedly destroying our economy and bankrupting the nation.