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There are artists whose presence enters our lives through museums and books, and there are others who shape us quietly over time, through conversations in the studio, through…
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I carry your favorite book in my bag.
I thought I'd finally read it today.
Someone has wind chimes.
I thought I'd finally read it today.
Someone has wind chimes.
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Where do they live?
For some time now, I have been dreaming of Good and Evil. Often, they rob me of my sleep. Their conversations are loud — sometimes hysterical, sometimes violent; sometimes so…
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I am afraid. Not of things, not of people — of everything. Not the kind of fear that comes suddenly and passes, but a fear that has settled into my bones, grown roots there, and…
Satire
Great empires rarely perish from catastrophic convulsions. More often than not, they simply fragment into individual rooms, corridors, and sanitary zones.
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Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum
Jaia Papitz
A literary satire about laughter, bureaucracy, and the small cosmic errors that keep reality from sealing itself shut.