And then all was over. The schoolteacher –the symbol of progress and hope for tomorrow– and her six companions, were dead. No more fantasies, no more Cape Canaveral, no more Baikonur…
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“Your backyard, and the dining room, and the voice of your elders chatting at the light of a dim candle: they’re gone now.”
Continue reading “The Mirror / Зеркало”
“Art is a good mark, but it is not the best. Art makes no sense if we are unable to transmit what we know to others.”
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Is childhood memory a reliable source? Up to what extent can we separate our own memories from the social imaginary from which they derive? Where are the boundaries between reality and memory?
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