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Caribou by Joseph Pootoogook (1958)

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Põrgu - Rein Raamat

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THERE LIVED KOZYAVIN - Andrey Khrzhanovsky

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Ein Film aus Deutschland, 1977.

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Vampyr, 1932.

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Vampyr, 1932.

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Parsifal, 1982.

Hans-Jürgen Syberberg.

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Walter Leistikow (1865-1908) Abendstimmung am Schlachtensee, 1895

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arkhip kuindzhi

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After you die, you follow a very long path that rises endlessly. You go on and on and little by little your features change. Your nose and your ears retract into the flesh of the face like the little feet of an oyster. Your fingers retract into the flesh of your palm, and your arms get reabsorbed into your shoulders. In the same way, your thighs retract into your hips and you don't walk anymore, you float along some walls of red brick where your shadow protracts like an elongated disk. You are now so round that you become translucent and begin to see all about you at once. When we're alive, we only see as though through the slat of mailbox, but after death we see all around, with our whole skin. We float and stare at the ever nearing brick walls, but then, through a fleshy red brick, we get to a round place. There, in the middle, we see a cell, because we are in the womb of a mother. We get into the cell, and as the birth steps begin, we look out through the eyes of all beings, of the flea, of the beetle, of the frog, of the mouse, of the hedgehog, of the rabbit, of the cat, of the dog, of the monkey, of the man, and with a little luck, we get to see through the eyes of the enchanting being who is next in line after man.

Nostalgia, Mircea Cartarescu.

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Two-Lane Blacktop, 1971.

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Odilon Rédon (French, 1840-1916)

Virgin with Halo, 1898

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Louis H. Grimshaw (1836-1893) Glasgow Docks

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Mizuki Shigeru

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Touki Bouki, 1973.

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Touki Bouki, 1973.