But how can art keep us alive when it cannot kill us?
Just now, I was intimidated
Just now, I was intimidated by an indestructible paper cup towering in front of me, a long shadow bulging from its rim. The straw hole in its stained lid vows to annihilate me, its cardboard jacket sinks frivolously in the surface of the table. Sovereignly, he does not move. I ask what do you want? ...