November 26, 2007
all platz lead to death
They stare down the Alexanderplatz toward the TV tower that stares everywhere and nowhere, stares back at them with a locked gaze. It is the closed circuit of history which we pretend is dead — a dead stare — though we fear it is the only live circuit remaining, alive within time as a medium, the honey of time, moving inside dead time, in the time of work, the value of the hand-made, in buyer’s bliss and buyer’s regret, in the master’s hatred of his servants.
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