At dead of night

The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert, and artificial light in the middle of the day, all have something both demented and admirable about them: the mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night.

Image credit: http://www.myneonhaven.com. Text extracted from ''America', by Jean Baudrillard; translated by Chris Turner; Verso Books, 1989