Impossible!

fantasy It’s impossible! That’s why it’s so attractive. Marcel Proust took refuge in art – it was kinder than Life. Anything but the present. I’m impossible! You can drown in fantasy – all that pornography, all that unreal. All that extremity. All those fetishes. But to be really unreal you need an infusion of the ordinary. Ask the Queers, the Live Artists, the Surrealists (well many of them). To really leave the present you need to be translated, deconstructed, altered, transformed, but – and here’s the trick – by yourself. Fuck Virtual Reality and browser-controlled dildos! Never mind the drugs! You choose the situation and, by choosing, make it fantastic. in some way I think fantasy prepares us for reality. And if we share our fantasies we might find our way to Utopia. It’s not impossible.