Banality of travel, every subway car we’ve all seen in photos: Hong Kong, New York, Moscow, Tokyo, London or Toronto; just a visual fragment is…
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So this is how Hans felt before the war. Hitler’s voice drones on the radio. A toothbrush in his hands, his eyes in the mirror. Surely,…
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The stage is a wooden arena, with benches on all sides including one before the audience. Above the arena sits a drummer who immediately begins…
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dark side of the lens whales dark side of the lens gulls dark side of the lens diver This film is supposed to be about…
2 CommentsMy friends in Austria wonder why I don’t much like to speak English anymore. Not in its current bastardised and crude form. Here’s the missing…
1 Commentspeaking of molecular biology and reincarnation with an intelligent and lovely scientist, there is another life after this one she insists, dances another one stoned…
Leave a CommentThe taste of Anna and red wine. So lovely to drink and drink. Somehow without her sweet nectar the wine is not so fine. Ohne…
Leave a CommentNo Jane Austen heroines for me all prose and no poetry, reason and norm insistent in every dawn and a faultless sense of society, infallible…
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