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"A new star is born", in the otherwise pale sky of culture in Berlin. It is not the usual eroticized mask of longing, behind which a few wires lurk for a so-called "artificial intelligence" that comes to light here, but the thoroughly denatured body of a denatured human being comes to the fore here. At home in a destroyed landscape of concrete and reinforcing iron, this is altogether closer to the contents of a garbage can than to any other room.

A declaration of love to our existence in an end-time love.