The more perfectly that art is able to render or presentify experience the more it points not to experience itself but to its essentially fictitious nature. That is, the more its fictions are true the more it reveals the fictitiousness and immanence of truth; its truth is the implosion of truth. These dazzling possibilities are immediately fetishised, they seem to belong to the representation, but are only in its apprehension. You should turn away from the object in seeing how it points to the construction of your own experience, which is necessarily richer and more detailed than any work of art. But in practise just the opposite is what happens - it is first and foremost a social fact, entirely at odds with its deeper possibilities.