The Image (n.) suffers the same fate as sign and metaphor, collapsing into the real.
The Image (n.) suffers a violence of its own: exploited as testimony, message, moral or promotional tool, which offsets the violence of images.
The Image (n.) is totally misconceived when movement, ideas, meaning and desire are added back to make it more real.
The Image (n.) that is true is part of the world, caught in its metamorphosis of appearances.
The Image (n.) must remain a fiction and echo the unaccountable fiction of the event.
The Image (n.) at its ideal would be the automatic writing of the singularity of the world, as the Iconoclasts dreamed.
An Image (n.) that is singular is exceptional and puts an end to all the others.
The Image (n.) now knows what it is: a picture with nothing behind it, an image stripped of any imaginary.
The Image (n.) must subtract something from the world's reality, with something vanishing in each one, yet never slide into outright annihilation.
The Image (n.) flattens the world into two dimensions, and that missing dimension is precisely where its power of illusion comes from.
The Image (n.) can no longer imagine the real, because it has become the real; images have moved into things, and the only goal of an image is now another image.