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no one ever walks here anymore An archivist spends a lifetime cataloging a museum's collection. Towards the end of his task, he finds that behind the old shelves were new ones filled, one for each of the years…
the paintings An artist makes a conceptual painting. Unintelligible from both close and afar, its brush strokes and lines mimic the inverse of movement-- they appear thicker from a distance and disappear upon p…
Prometheus by Franz Kafka There are four legends concerning Prometheus: According to the first he was clamped to a rock in the Caucasus for betraying the secrets of the gods to men, and the gods sent eag…
Dreamtigers by Jorge Luis Borges In my childhood I was a fervent worshiper of the tiger: not the jaguar, the spotted "tiger" of the Amazonian tangles and the isles of vegetation that float down the Paraná, but…
Whether Armilla is like this because it is unfinished or because it has been demolished, whether the cause is some enchantment or only a whim, I do not know. The fact remains that is has no walls, no ceilings, no…
It is possible that every need is basically spatial, that somewhere the image, the touch, and the voice of those who are no longer alive must still exist (“nothing is lost--”). This has given me new hope;…
What is Litost? Litost is an untranslatable Czech word. Its first syllable, which is long and stressed, sounds like the wail of an abandoned dog. As for the meaning of this word, I have looked in vain…
noteson Babylon Aman happens upon on a book on an unattended seat. Looking around to makesure it belongs to no one, he flips to a random page and reads:"Beauty is an abolition of chronology and a reb…