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Breaks, ruptures, cracks, fractures.
They shape our lives and our world.
Where do we end up when we don't think of them in terms of scientific discipline or a specific method, but focus exclusively on the phenomenon itself?
Where do we end up if we meander with open senses and alert body and mind, exploring the phenomenon from less familiar perspectives?
Where do we end up when we leave our scientific comfort zones and rigorous plans and take the risk of never finding new shores or an interested audience?
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Broken lifes
Lifelines are cut into small and large pieces of thread, turning the orderly ball of yarn into chaos. Nasty little needle pricks work day after day on the abyss, which can also be created by a single meteorite strike. The before is gone and the after is not in sight.
What is it like to live in this in-between, in this acid bath, in these wafts of mist?
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