Artefacts of absence
Zagreb’s museum of broken relationships
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“And to not know what the next moment will bring… brings you closer to a perception of death. You see, that’s why I think that people have affairs. […] You can really feel that you’re on firm ground, you know. There’s a sexual conquest to be made. There are different questions. Does she enjoy the
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“In the same way that the heart does not care which life it beats for, the city does not care who fulfils its various functions. When everyone who moves around the city today is dead, in a hundred and fifty years, say, the sound of people’s comings and goings, following the same old patterns, will
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Foolish daughter challenges the very wise Voltaire “Elle est la faiblesse du Genre-Humain, & telle sa perversité, qu’il vaut mieux sans doute pour lui d’être subjugué par toutes les superstitions possibles, pourvu qu’elles ne soient point meurtrieres, que de vivre sans Religion. L’homme a toujours eu besoin d’un frein; & quoiqu’il fût ridicule de sacrifier
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Upon picking a theme for this issue, the sitcom-lovers in the room won. I can’t say I’ve watched any Seinfeld, but that’s just fine—Jerry’s not the focus here. Longtime readers may remember the “Patchwork” issue from two years ago, an excuse to print whatever wherever. “What’s the deal with… [blank]?” serves a similar function, one
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Minutes spent musing are minutes spent missing And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair — […] Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For
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Carrie Bradshaw takes on Toronto In a city where our morning coffee order is more consistent than our love lives, I can’t help but wonder if we’re addicted to quick fixes, or if we actually crave something that lasts? This February, as we swipe right on both candidates and Tinder profiles, we’re faced with the
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New year, new term, and new horizons My New Year’s resolution was to start swimming again. I never went competitive. I refused to do 4 am training. Instead, I was on the path to becoming a lifeguard or instructor. That path ended after I dealt with the consecutive waves of cancer and COVID. The first
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HOME—by any other name I have never been homesick. I spent my entire life in one house in the suburbs of Ottawa. Learning to bike on the same road where I learnt to drive. Enclosed by the same walls I scribbled over as a child. I never got the chance to tour UofT before I
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