Oh silence. What is that cry we hear? The lament of a passing epoch, Or the voice of a newborn age? Ghosts of the past come to visit, They wander unmourned. So, the old world persists. And the future whispers in words unformed
by Sylvie Barbier and Simon Longstaff
How do we start?
We start with funerals, with requiems, with mourning.
So that the past may rest in peace and the future is free of its ghosts.
A year ago, I was in the depth of a depression, suicidal thoughts would pass through me, a sadness over take me when looking at the state of the world and what the probable almost certain future would look like for my child. I felt powerless. I was in the process of mourning Modernity. A […]
Last year, I contributed to an online festival. What an incredible movement to be part of: to reimagine what the future holds and what it means to be a human being. But somehow as the days unfolded and the workshops took place I found myself more and more disturbed without quite knowing why. I was […]
There is a movement in the air with an urgency to create new narratives for our civilization. At Life Itself, we believe this is a central dimension to a wiser, weller world. Recently, we have been working on this at Untitled with Demos Helsinki. In the process we have noticed something. As we tried to […]