A Simulacrum (n.) is when things are bereft of their substance: History is without history, war is without warfare, sex is without sex, art is without art and so on.
The Simulacrum (n.) does not hide the truth; it hides that there is none.
The Simulacrum (n.) is no longer a mere copy but a hard material fact, a depersonalized fetish working at full intensity like a sacrificial mask.
The Simulacrum (n.) was a conceptual weapon against reality, but reality stole it and now dresses itself in the rhetoric of simulation.
The Simulacrum (n.) no longer hides the truth; it hides that there is no truth, and so keeps the continuity of nothingness running.
The Simulacrum (n.) is the one claim that makes a room laugh; call the world real and everyone keeps a straight face.
The Simulacrum (n.) was a weapon against reality until reality swallowed it whole; now simulations are what keep the real going.
The Simulacrum (n.) no longer covers up the truth; it covers up the fact that there isn't any.