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But what is “the problem of photography”? Copy? Pointing? Truth? Reality? Intensity? Discovery? Fake? Connection? Revelation? Rapture? Document? Bearing Witness? To what exactly? or to be more precise: What is it about photography that makes all these things come out, as all of these seem to pose the more obvious questions of: What is it,… Continue reading Copy? Pointing?

Nothing ever gets solved. We just grow tired or bored or forget the question and move on.  

every photograph is a fake from start to finish, a purely impersonal, unmanipulated photograph being practically impossible.” — Edward Steichen

Are the problems of photography solved? You do not write any more about the how ad why of photography: Does this mean you are done with trying to rationalize what you are doing? Does this also mean you are done with photography? There is this tendency – best embodied in the construction of pornography –… Continue reading Contempt for Sight

I started watching movies twice. And not good movies, just movies. I have no idea when this started. It just felt more comfortable to watch the movies where you already know how they end. It wasn’t about the how-it-ends. It was just about the already-knowing.

If you’re experiencing pain and suffering right now… Not getting the opportunities you want, Never having the right person come into your life, or always feeling like your bank account is inching closer to zero, it’s not your fault. It’s because an evil spirit has latched on to you. Follow these instructions now to cleanse… Continue reading An evil spirit has latched on to you

Vom Einziehen Vom Ausziehen Vom Ankommen Vom Weggehen Kilroy was here Vom Eigentum Vom Inbesitznehmen Vom Zerfallen Vom Aufbauen Vom Anfang Vom Ende Vom Dazwischen Vom Einschreiben Empfänger unbekannt verzogen Alice doesn’t live here anymore Privatgrundstück Abriss Neubau

The man who cannot visualize a horse galloping on a tomato is an idiot. ― Andre Breton

28.Mai. Übermorgen fahre ich nach Berlin. Trotz Schlaflosigkeit, Kopfschmerzen und Sorgen vielleicht in einem besseren Zustand als jemals. — Franz Kafka, Aufzeichnungen aus dem Jahre 1914