The Neglected Afterlife of the Great Georges Braque.
If this were a Picasso show, half the world would have been made to sit up and notice by some well-greased publicity machine.
Good News.
Stories of progress from around the world.
SCUMM!
The Secrets of Monkey Island's Source Code.
Unused art, deleted scenes and more secrets revealed!
Was formt die Zukunft des Journalismus?
Journalismus verändert sich. Die Gesellschaft ist in Bewegung. Im Innovationsbereich der Süddeutschen Zeitung beobachten wir Entwicklungslinien dieser Veränderung. Nur selten sehen wir revolutionäre Umbrüche, die von heute auf morgen grundlegenden Wandel bringen.
Deutschlands Desinformations-Dilemma.
Bundestagswahl 2021: Eine Analyse zu Desinformation und sozialen Medien
Birds Aren't Real.
After the government forcibly made the entire species extinct in the 20th century, all of these real birds were replaced with surveillance drones designed to look just like Birds. To simplify- Birds no longer exist in the U.S. as a biological lifeform, thus, Birds Aren’t Real!
“We Eat at The Worst Michelin Starred Restaurant, Ever.”
I’ve tried to come up with hypotheses for what happened. Maybe the staff just ran out of food that night. Maybe they confused our table with that of their ex-lover’s. Maybe they were drunk. But we got twelve kinds of foam, something that I can only describe as “an oyster loaf that tasted like Newark airport”, and a teaspoon of savory ice cream that was olive flavored.
Duszyczka (The Little Soul).
A dead body became stuck by a river bank. Its decaying insides still hide a human soul – a miniature of the deceased. Rotting organs part and a tiny creature gets out. Standing on the river bank, it says goodbye to the corpse and sets off on a journey through the post-mortem land.
The Perfect Gift: Your Loved One's Name in an NYPL Book.
When you make a donation of $50 $35 or more, we'll print your loved one's name and a personalized message inside a book circulating in The New York Public Library!
Manchmal wage ich mich unter Leute
zum Beispiel zum Einkaufen oder wenn ich wo hin muss mit öffentlichen Verkehrsmitteln.
Manchmal kann ich den Schmerz aushalten und es ist OK.
Doch dann, wie aus dem Nichts, sticht er zu, der Schmerz.
Der Schmerz.
Wir sind mechanisch.
Wir sind zerbrechlich.
Wir sind nur Ding unter Dingen.
Wir warten auf die Liebe.
Und den Krebs.