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Deserts of the real

America always gives me the feeling of real asceticism. Culture, politics – and sexuality too – are seen  exclusively in terms of the desert, which here assumes the status of a primal scene. Everything disappears before that desert vision. Even the body, by an ensuing effect of undernourishment, takes on a transparent form, a lightness near to complete disappearance. Everything around me suffers this same desertification. But this radical experimentation is the only thing that enables me to get through and produces that astral quality I have not found anywhere else.

John Baudrillard – America
From Ken Ehrlich’s desert library