The hall is dark enough that you can hear the architecture. It is winter outside, that kind of northern winter that does not so much snow as restrain, and inside the orchestra waits with the stillness of a lake under ice. A single note sounds—quiet, unassuming
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The seat is wet. It has not rained. Someone says the passenger was carrying an empty birdcage.A dreamlike journey through the human condition: moral philosophy from Thales to Arendt and Camus, psychology, science, film, and AI as a new test of old human questions. There is no required route.
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