lynch-ants

September 1, 2024

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I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath.

Thought:

“Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss. But it had to go through its own lack of answers, through terrifying silence, through the thousand darknesses of murderous speech. It went through. It gave me no words for what was happening, but went through it. Went through and could resurface, “enriched” by it all.”

Paul Celan

Christian Molenaar

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