” I stick my finger in existence — it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? How came I here? What is this thing called the world? What does this world mean? Who is it that has lured me into the world? Why was I not consulted, why not made acquainted with its […]
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“I live in this moment when this deep question can be asked. What is to be done when nothing else is to be done? In a minor culture, these years, with this past, with these interdictions – what is to be done? And I pose for myself the only problem that can be posed now, […]