The end of philosophy and the beginning of art. Wittgenstein. Benjamin. Kosuth. Cioran. Malevich. Physics poetry and mathematic of being. No time, no place, no subject, no object. You can accidentally hear local Sokolov or stripped Kabakov in Chisinau. Even better. You passed by NewWave Beuys presenting happening on the street. We saw/and still the best minds of our generation still alive, still innocent.
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