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MINOS/MINOS
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klik hier om de installatie te betreden vanaf 27-11-2020
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Zeus, Zeus himself could not undo these nets - Of stone encircling me. My mind forgets - The persons I have been along the way, - The hated way of monotonous walls, - Which is my fate, The galleries seem straight - But curve furtively, forming secret circles - At the terminus of years; and the parapets - Have been worn smooth by the passage of days - Here, in the tepid alabaster dust, - Are tracks that frighten me. The hollow air - Of evening sometimes brings a bellowing, - Or the echo, desolate, of bellowing. - I kn ow that hidden in the shadows there - Lurks another, whose task is to exhaust - the loneliness that braids and weaves this hell, - To crave my blood, and fatten on my death. - We seek each other, Oh, if only this - Were the last day of our antithesis! THE LABYRINTH by JORGE LUIS BORGES Translated by John Updike

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