With our feet on the empty seat in front of us, Richard and I sit under the vast cupola of the planetarium in Prenzlauer Allee. A starry rain falls on us from the sky. And while the tiny artificial stars fall over us I ask quietly, "What is art, Richard?"

"I don't know. An act which is certainly connected with mastering gravity, but which is not flying," says Richard.

--- The Museum of Unconditional Surrender
Dubravka Ugresic
©1999, New Directions

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