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New York was an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far he walked, no matter how well he came to know its neighborhoods and streets, it always left him with the feeling of being lost.
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When I play football (the European variety, that is), my favourite way to score a goal is to stand directly in front of the goals about twenty meters out, take my harpoon and fire it into a blimp, ride the blimp to China, set up my tent on the beach and write out copies of famous quotes while digging in the sand with my toes. 1,166 more words
Roland Barthes’ Camera Lucida, posthumously published in 1980, has, at its core, a number of elements of the importance concerning philosophy in general, not only with regards to the interpretation of the “real” content or “valid” connotations of images forever immortalized in photographs, but as a careful, highly inquisitive, sobering inquiry for knowledge. 788 more words