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October 29, 2026

On Nymphurbation and the Human Struggle for…

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A series of random thoughts prompted by watching Lars von Trier’s “Nymphomaniac”… What is your own definition of art? Don’t feel intimidated; we’re not talking about some kind of highfalutin scholarship here. I’m asking something very simple: how do you recognize that something…

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June 10, 2025

The Magic Called “Simplicity”

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A strange thing happened — I woke up yesterday and found the world to be… good. I should say straight away: I hadn’t smoked anything. I simply opened my eyes — outside, a grey and grubby morning — rolled out of bed, scratched myself where one usually scratches in the morning……

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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…