
The Mountain’s Poison is Sweetness, Too
An ancient, toxic poison requires a new guardian.
An ancient, toxic poison requires a new guardian.
As her infant daughter faces death, a mother must decide whether to upload the child’s consciousness into a robot body.
Thoughts are routed, filtered and processed to mold voices according to the Norm, making people obey “linguistic standards.”
A review of Eduard Montpelier-Lin’s installation, Still Life, featuring eerily detailed statues of the infamous “Lost Girls.”
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