For a long time, when I visited Silicon Valley, I thought of it as the locational equivalent of Musil’s man without qualities. A ‘not yet’ place that rejects a fixed…
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Alloy at ease What is my homeland? A piece of metal that reflects wherever I happen to be. It’s upside-down and curved and shiny, a mirror, a shelter, a constant…
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Late at night, I was walking around the front driveway, half out of insomnia (nothing better than a 2am ramble when you can’t sleep), half because I heard the dogs…
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Whenever we visited the islands in the north of the city, things somehow seemed lighter. In the train on the way we were already floating, and by the time we…
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Every person has an arbitrary origin, a place and tradition it would be easy to inhabit. Others choose to break away and be carried along by the unforeseen currents of…