Juan Goytisolo: Exiled from Almost Everywhere

In order to rebuild, destruction is indispensable. To clean the air we breathe daily, we must previously have polluted it. To sell ecological products, we must first infect the world with new species of virus and bacteria.

He convinced himself he was Satie, overcome by a clearly grotesque rush of emotion to his head. He foresaw that he too would scorn traditional forms and that the trash he'd pen would adopt the rough shape of an acorn or a fig.

The level of the seas is rising, ethnic shantytowns are burning, and terrorism is spreading and istrivialised in the name of divine, inflammatory  curses and grotesque emotions all prompted by identity crises. Everything is bought and sold as in clearance sales organised by gambling addicts. 

The truth of the story is held in the words. All that would remain of him would be the dream of a derisory existence. Of a tailless shooting star, sentenced by the world's sound and fury to sudden, silent extinction.