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The Voice of a Generation
It was a summer when you wondered who you were. You used to know, but in recent years you had had to tear everything up and start again. Were you the sort of person who spent hours…
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The Future Tenant
And so you sit in the armchair in your study and realise that in sixty years’ time the embryo will be walking along the pavement below, pointing towards the window and saying: That’s where I grew up.
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Someone From Before
Time has passed. It always has, of course. We have to formulate ourselves anew. The time that has passed is mine. Like everyone, I have a certain amount of time. How much, I do not…
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Before It Happens
You walk towards the library and still none of what has happened has happened. While she turns towards the crossing you watch her whites of the eyes expand, and you think: She…