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June 11, 2025

Not in Our Image

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On the Limits of Anthropocentric Intelligence “I know that I know nothing.” – Socrates From the very depths of the evolution of human intelligence as we know it today, we’ve been accompanied by a notion that, over time, has become something like a sine qua non for measuring…

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Confessions

June 15, 2025

On the Dry, the Green, and the Flame That Makes No…

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Milan Kundera, student, born 1 April 1929 in Brno, resident of Prague VII, student housing, King Jiří VI Street, appeared today at the local police precinct and made a statement concerning Iva Militka, a student living in the same building... With these dry and faceless lines –…

Short Stories

June 15, 2025

Everything You’ve Always Wanted to Do but Were Afraid to Try

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“Hello…” Even in this most neutral of phrases, her voice somehow managed to sound drawn out and inviting – or openly seductive, depending on the interpreter’s imagination. For a moment, he considered telling her what he had just been doing five minutes ago with the thought of…

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June 06, 2025

A Week in Paradise – Excerpt

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A Week in Paradise Shame rides on the edge of the familiar The sky above Berlin glows as if polished by careful German hands... Sounds flat, Vladko thinks. Pure kitsch. A sky is a sky—nowhere does it say Made in Germany. He gazes again at the tangle of steel scaffolding,…