„Ja ...“ Es gab eine erneute Stille und danach fragte Nínive, in einem dummen Ton: „Und wäre ich dann Königin?“

Atrophy of Fate

Situated Speculations

12 FICTION(S)

Jeff Mills

Me comí las raíces sin pensarlo, y cuando la nena empezó a abrir, con un cuchillito de madera, la panza del oso, yo ya est aba alucinando suavemente.

Once the fiction is created, it is convenient to test it in time and space; that is the task of an artist.

Instead of accepting speculative endeavours as reflections of the present in the future, enabling diffractive viewpoints within the world can help us engage into a deeper analysis of how speculations can actually come to be.

Gracias, Capítulo 8-9