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If a door is not a door but an artistic optical illusion then I can still appreciate that but an inheritance of debts or a romantic wedding night in 'Paris l'amour' going wrong are certainly not dreams I wish to come true I rather keep up the fairy tales So I point to a positive side or I play that it goes well and nothing is at stake But is a tree alive when it rustles? What is truth? Can illusions just be recognized by the appearance to be as real as real? Or even more real, if happiness is re-enacted in a play, because loyalty and doubt seem to be much more authentic on stage and to render more sense there than is possible in my own life
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Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 3:43 AM UTC
If a door is not a door
If a door is not a door but an artistic optical illusion then I can still appreciate that but an inheritance of debts or a romantic wedding night in 'Paris l'amour' going wrong are certainly not dreams I wish to come true I rather keep up the fairy tales So I point to a positive side or I play that it goes well and nothing is at stake But is a tree alive when it rustles? What is truth? Can illusions just be recognized by the appearance to be as real as real? Or even more real, if happiness is re-enacted in a play, because loyalty and doubt seem to be much more authentic on stage and to render more sense there than is possible in my own life
Collection "Foghorn"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 3:43 AM UTC
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