… love is much more than love: love is something before love … ~ Clarice Lispector Almost without fail, on the fourteenth day of February, one is bound to hear endless complaints from just about everyone (besides florists, and perhaps even them) about how Valentine’s Day is mere commercialism. The…

It was an early Christmas morn It might have been the rain, but — it was all quite forlorn Perhaps, I just wanted to mourn This early Christmas morn She, just standing there; snow curling through her hair This early Christmas morn In the nights when the sun stayed up till…

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in that sun, a thousand felt a little more like a hundred a sense of a cent, coming to me as it did for a couple of hundred cents; ou peut-être c’était un sentir de un sens maybe it only appears if you see it, hear it, when it re-sounds; so perhaps only in your head to listen, to really listen, is a promise to not forget that which cannot remain ~ james batcho a crinkle when you bite — so, at the very moment it falls apart,

Who is he, who are they, to write a book about me? Who is she, who are they, to try to draw me? Having not quite seen — the Wakersaur, whom you’ve never even glimpsed — me who might now just let you see; Ms Phang, Mister Seah. [1] You…

Three conversations. With pairs who appear to be speaking to — duos dueling — rather than with. Even if they might well be attempting to; perhaps especially as they are trying particularly hard to. A triptych — of cacaphony, as it were. Perhaps then, sounds. ‘We’re not in the same…

And so, if you desire to see a Japanese effect, you will not behave like a tourist and go to Tokio. On the contrary, you will stay at home and steep yourself in the work of certain Japanese artists, and then, when you have absorbed the spirit of their style…

This piece is for, and in loving memory of, Friedrich A. Kittler (1943–2011) One of life’s great ironies is that Michel Houellebecq’s works are found in most airport bookstores. After all, he is a writer that takes the late, great, media theorist Friedrich Kittler’s claim — we don’t use technology…

All that remains is (my and our) humanist hope, without proof. ~ Ingrid Hoofd Freedom Freedom You got to give for what you take ~ George Michael Let me start by unequivocally saying that I have very little patience — bordering on disdain — for activism. Not for what it…