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Life is too short for boring stories

From the first day we die. Not metaphorically, not allegorically, but really. Every day that passes, we have a day less. Every day a little death. Of course, in the beginning, there is still a construction, the illusion of becoming. How long? A few years? One and a half decades? And yet only illusion, because …

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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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You were with me when I came back to me. I do not know how long you had knelt next to me, first in the snow, still kneeling as the snow thawed, still kneeling as the meadow blossomed again, new, virginal and untouched. Again and again it becomes new, and even innocence can be recovered. …

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The circumstances have changed. At least in Western Europe, since the days when women fought for their rights as human beings. The newly born declaration of human rights was one of the men’s rights. „Déclaration universelle des droits de l’homme“ has been called in French, the word „l’homme“ means both man and human. Humans were …

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I lost the thought of the meadow around the lake when I heard it. I was probably a few yards away, for it was still very quiet, but the nearer I came, the louder it became, this sobbing and lamenting. Deep in itself, she was sitting under a pasture, pressed to the trunk, as if …

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