Did you see the crow in the film of the film? It reminds me of Franz Kafka. In Czech, a crow is called kavka. Second Life is the country of the metamorphosis. And Chris Marker likes the avatars.
Nice catch! I went to his house once in 1983 on a road trip to Praque.
The impossibility of not writing, the impossibility of writing German, the impossibility of writing differently. One might add a fourth impossibility, the impossibility of writing…. Thus what has resulted was a literature impossible in all respects, a gypsy literature which had stolen the German child out of its cradle and in great haste put it through some kind of training, for someone had to dance on the tightrope. (But it wasn’t a German child, it was nothing; people merely said that somebody was dancing.) Franz Kafka http://www.nybooks.com/articles/21610
"We do not move in one direction, rather do we wander back and forth, turning now this way and now that. We go back on our own tracks . . .' That thought of Montaigne's reminds me about something I thought of in connection with flying saucers, humanoids, and the remains of unbelievably advanced technology found in some ancient ruins. They write about aliens, but I think that in these phenomena we are in fact confronting ourselves; that is our future, our descendants who are actually traveling in time."
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Did you see the crow in the film of the film? It reminds me of Franz Kafka. In Czech, a crow is called kavka. Second Life is the country of the metamorphosis. And Chris Marker likes the avatars.
Nice catch! I went to his house once in 1983 on a road trip to Praque.
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