From the top of the quarry cliffs, one could see the New Jersey suburbs bordered by the New York City skyline.
Museums are tombs, and it looks like everything is turning into a museum.
A vacant white room with lights is still a submission to the neutral. Works of art seen in such spaces seem to be going through a kind of esthetic convalescence.
Nature does not proceed in a straight line, it is rather a sprawling development.
History is representational, while time is abstract; both of these artifices may be found in museums, where they span everybody's own vacancy.
Language thus becomes monumental because of the mutations of advertising.
