While You Are Here
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The Pile
There was a man, and the man had a dream. He dreamt of an edge that was out of reach. Continue reading...
The Unnamed Hands
This essay starts in a museum and ends in an operating room. It's about what art conservators and transplant teams have in common: the work of caring for something irreplaceable while it's between lives, done by people whose names are never on the wall. Read more
Ridley Scott
Ridley Scott builds worlds of empires, war, rain, smoke and impossible scale. Das Bubo simply asks what happens when you place a dachshund in the middle of them. The result is cinema viewed from eighteen centimeters above the ground, where ambition is still monumental but the snack policy is finally
One Thread of the Same Tuesday
The people at home aren't waiting. They're living. The dog gets walked, the plumber finally shows up, and the day gets handed over like a baton. For everyone who works far from their own kitchen. [link]