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Mary of Martialis always made herself worthy of her name, always and everywhere. Martial, firm, and determined was their presence. She never let any doubt about her determination. Under normal circumstances. But these were certainly not normal circumstances. Not only had she left the city behind with all her amenities, she also steered directly to …

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In Cooperation with VASA Journal on Images and Culture, Images @Roberto Muffoletto   Introduction   Seeing was first (see part one). It makes the space manageable, opens up directions and possibilities. The world is no longer simply a whole that is as it is, but it is fragmented into many small, handy parts. These parts …

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The flowers faded, as always, as time and time again. I had finished my thought and born him in pain, here on my black chair. Time had eaten at him, as I was, but he stood. I had watched you, constantly watching you, while the flowers were blooming and fading, while the summer came and …

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„It takes a name because it is otherwise foreign,“ I finally tried to answer. „And if it is not a universal name, we remain alien to each other, just as many are alien to their bodies at all.“ „I think I can get along very well with my body,“ my friend quickly interjected, „This is …

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And then everything was different. From one moment to the next, there seemed to be nothing left as it was. Or not? The moon was full and bright in the sky, and yet it was different for me. The night air was lukewarm and warm, and yet it was different for me. Even I myself …

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Inspired by Kieran Halpin „Nothing to show for it all“ People enter our lives. Some are left just before they leave. Others, on the other hand, accompany us a long distance, but at some point the paths lead us apart again. Sometimes the farewell is easy for us, especially when it happens creepily. Modified living …

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I sit on my footbridge and the moon is reflected in the water. A small, delicate figure approaches and remains at some distance. She is trembling, as if she were afraid, looks tired and bent. Yet she took the path. I get up and go to meet her. Her skin is dark and her black …

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The empty store

9. The box   Lilith had a box in front of her as Ruben entered the store that morning. The box stood there, and Lilith’s gaze rested on it. It was nothing more than a box, a small, unimpressive box of cardboard, brown and a little worn. Neither inscription nor ornament were found on it. …

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