The counterfeits of the past take assumed names, and are fond of calling themselves the future. That eternally returning spector, the past, not infrequently falsifies its passport.
The counterfeits of the past take assumed names, and are fond of calling themselves the future. That eternally returning spector, the past, not infrequently falsifies its passport.
Realism, whether it be socialist or not, falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.
Women have the right to say: this is surface, this falsifies reality, this degrades.
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