Pure chance and real presence: The Living Room Transgressed by Assassins.纯粹的偶然与真实的现场:如刺客正穿行你家的客厅

Every midnight upon waking, I always wait in the living room, longing to encounter… that assassin “traversing freely” through the living room? That eye “gazing at will” at the creed? That soul “collapsing at any moment” the memory? 每当午夜梦回,我总守候在客厅,渴望相遇的是……那个“自由穿梭”客厅的刺客?那只“随意凝视”信条的眼睛?还是那颗“随时坍缩”记忆的灵魂? … Read More >Pure chance and real presence: The Living Room Transgressed by Assassins.纯粹的偶然与真实的现场:如刺客正穿行你家的客厅

Exiled into the Folds of the Wilderness: Dwell in the Seasons Beyond Algorithmic Nature放逐于荒野褶皱:在算法确定的自然之外拥抱四季

Like “Eyes Growing in the Night of a Blind Person’s Homecoming”
Wie „Augen, die in der Nacht der Heimkehr eines Blinden wachsen“
如同“盲人回家的黑夜中长出眼睛” … Read More >Exiled into the Folds of the Wilderness: Dwell in the Seasons Beyond Algorithmic Nature放逐于荒野褶皱:在算法确定的自然之外拥抱四季