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MARIA ANWANDER, JULIAN BEHM, MATEJ BOSNIĆ, HOLLI, YONI HONG, SZU-YING HSU, GREGOR KIESERITZKY, JULIANE KRONER, DANIEL KUGE, SOPHIA LÖKENHOFF, PHILIP NÜRNBERGER, LEA SCHÜRMANN, ORPHEO WINTER

First: A dance. Or was it a game, in which the back is bent as hard as one can go. Now: further down, almost kneeling. Keep up the tension and walk...further...ahead. Underneath that hurdle, without touching it, without losing the balance. Stretching your neck, rolling your eyes upwards to where the sky might be.

Second: The Purgatory. But first: To the waiting room. A transitional state for the mediocre surplus, the inbetweeners, the accidental perpetrators; those who didn't know better... and nobody cares about anymore. Damn... get started already!

Third: The Machine. Immaculate. So flawless; it turned out too fast – ultimately violating the human body. Supersonic, virtually. And insanely beautiful. But too fierce to handle.

Fourth: Darkness. When all stars have ceased, we will ride on mirrors. Ride into black holes - to mesmerize them with their image. While we spiral, faster and faster around their centres - at the right moment - we pierce through their skin. And we flee at the speed of light with multitudes of life

These stories. I've heard 'em all. Had already seen this somewhere. Read about it. Almost exactly that. Please - don't repeat it all over again. But if you'd ask me, if any of this was true… I couldn't tell

Text: Lea Schürmann