Indifference (n.) is not why images fail to rouse us; the umbilical cord of representation has simply been severed.
Indifference (n.) is the cunning of the dominated: they greet the faked-up spectacle of the powerful with a certain indifference, the clearest sign of their insignificance.
Indifference (n.) has become a reference in its own right, a culture that may soon be the only social bond we really share.
Indifference (n.) to politics is not disgust at its corruption, since the spectacle of decay fascinates us; it is a turning away from representation itself, of a piece with indifference to our own lives.
Indifference (n.) was the ground Warhol painted on: his Maos could hang beside the old masters, but they float on total unconcern.
Indifference (n.) can be tactical: a stoic sorting of what concerns you from what does not, refusing to answer for everything you are made responsible for.
Indifference (n.) is no calm sea or flat encephalogram but a passion of its own, able to flare white-hot and do real damage.
Indifference (n.) was once the mind's power against a passionate world; now the world is indifferent itself, and being detached in a detached world means nothing.
Indifference (n.) was once the mind's power against a world of differences; now the world has grown indifferent and stolen it.