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June 11, 2025

Not in Our Image

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On the Limits of Anthropocentric Intelligence “I know that I know nothing.” – Socrates From the very depths of the evolution of human intelligence as we know it today, we’ve been accompanied by a notion that, over time, has become something like a sine qua non for measuring…

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Confessions

June 15, 2025

On the Dry, the Green, and the Flame That Makes No…

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Milan Kundera, student, born 1 April 1929 in Brno, resident of Prague VII, student housing, King Jiří VI Street, appeared today at the local police precinct and made a statement concerning Iva Militka, a student living in the same building... With these dry and faceless lines –…

Short Stories

May 24, 2025

The Silence of the Dolls

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The sound of the footsteps – dragging and slow, like someone shuffling their heels across the floor – was driving him mad. Every time they came from above, he would change rooms: from the living room to the kitchen, then through the dreadfully creaky glazed door into the small…

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June 05, 2025

Requiem for Nobody – Excerpt

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Köpenik, Berlin, the beginning of the new century „This isn’t you,” she said in a tremulous voice. „I don’t recognize you like this.” Regaining control, she repeated, „This isn’t you.” He flared up. „You, how do you know who I am? You think you know me so well? After a few…