Imagine yourselves surrounded, prisoners of the gazes of others; imagine that nothing no longer is or remains personal; every thought is stripped bare and everyone thinks they know the person they are speaking to. Now you see this world and you realise that no one has any real use, that your role in life is limited to nothing, and that all that you do or say is of no importance to anyone, you don't exist outside of your routine and your daily life: those that you have known, with whom you have spoken or slept, those who you desire or think that you desire...they have already forgotten you. All of this transpires during the rock'n'roll period of the 80s, a period of sex and love affairs that aren't always so perfect and are often superficial, of all kinds of drugs, non-stop, with no rest inbetween...And this is what Bret Easton Ellis describes in his novel The Rules of Attraction; all of the students of Camden bathe in parental luxury, the illusion of love, the need to party all the time, to do drugs safely, the pitiful suicide attempts or futile feelings of depression, and all of this without forgetting the American monopoly of Xanax, and Valium...Ask yourself if you really exist, if you have a role, if people remember you, if they love you, if you love yourself...or read B.E.E.