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I miss you more than I remember you.
— Ocean Vuong
Hast Du den Traum verstanden,
den ich Dir geschickt habe?

Donald Sutherland
* 17.07.1935 - † 20.06.2024
It's the things we love most that destroy us.
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Alone with the gods.
The world is made up of many worlds, some are connected, and some are not.
— Wim Wenders


Lost in Translation; dir. by Sofia Coppola, 2003
I notice it all, all of the details of you, and I love each one.
— Tyler Knott Gregson

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Music is a language. It's a memory of the cosmic system, a memory of past and future.
— Vangelis
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I admire people who do things that are interesting to them, who don't have a strategy or a master plan.
— Anthony Bourdain

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Whatever it takes, make sure
you're one of the few,
not one of the many.
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And remember this: The page you are looking at now, I once typed the words with care with you in mind under a yellow light with the radio on.
— Charles Bukowski
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Richard Serra
* 02.11.1938 - † 26.03.2024
The steel and the space,
or the object and the void,
become one and the same.
Schließlich möchte ich durch die Begrenzung des Ego auf ein Minimum den Bezug zur Welt auf ein Maximum steigern. Ich bin es, der die Korrespondenzen herbeiführt, aber dass einen aus dem Werk heraus ein Unendlichkeitsgefühl anweht, das beruht auf der Kraft des leer gebliebenen Raumes. Meine Werke, hoffe ich, erscheinen auch anderen als das, was sie für mich selbst sind, halbtransparente Dinge, die stets das Unbekannte in sich einschließen.
— Lee Ufan
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Nature is the shape in which the man of higher cultures synthesises and interprets the immediate impressions of his senses. History is that from which his imagination seeks comprehension of the living existence of the world in relation to his own life, which he thereby invests with a deeper reality.
― Oswald Spengler
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We were never meant to be what we are or where we are, we are looking for an escape, some music from the sun, the girl we never found. We are betting on the miracle again there before the purple mountains as the horses parade past so much more beautiful than our lives.
— Charles Bukowski
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Gregor Schneider, HAUS u r, 12/2023
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