Daniel Libeskind – Jewish Museum (Copenhagen)

a soul is not given. but everyone can find a pine cone in the face, sense malice in a crowd, enjoy the greatest fulfillment of translating the vitality of a radish into the world-picture at the expenses of ruinina, humanity on which the future production of cradles and atonement depends.
the best makes and disguises bestowed on those whose time is not running, but instead are always coming home, they have the passion for roaming the Siberian forest, where Puskin’s deported assassin is still trying to perform the last gesture

- though the former is alive – the latter is long dead

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