
The Cartesian coordinate system of our reality vanishes like a pixelated trail in the digital night sky. "Damn, they were actually quite nice!" are perhaps our last words in an attempt to retrieve what we've swiped away. The attempt fails. Reality no longer wants to conform to what book knowledge has accumulated over centuries. We can mourn the loss of modernity and pull a puppy-dog face. But puppies generate clicks. And with that, we're right in the middle of the self-transformation of our tiresome present-day world. Retreating to libraries offers less and less in times of the artificial swan song of European humanism. So we let texts and images dance, actors with them, and install strings of lights at the end of the tunnel.
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