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Louis Lamarre had neither job nor home, but he did possess a few coins. At a grocery in Saint-Denis, he bought a liter of kerosene and drank it.
Until the end of it all, and whatever comes after.
In Clichy, an elegant young man threw himself under a coach with rubber wheels, then, unscathed under a truck, which pulverized him.
Nurse Elise Bachmann, whose day off was yesterday, put on a public display of insanity.
'During this dream, a news story came on the televisions at the terminal concerning how something Dean Carlson had written about yummy Welsh classical singer Katherine Jenkins unleashed a chain of consequences that resulted in her being completely banned from the U.K. media. The news piece showed a British tabloid front page with Dean's picture plastered on it, and its giant headline screamed "THE MAN WHO COCK-BLOCKED A NATION."'
I do wonder, when [Andreas] Huyssen asks rhetorically 'Why are we building museums as if there were no tomorrow?', if the answer is that we can no longer imagine tomorrow.
Theodor Adorno was the first to point out the similarity of the words 'museum' and 'mausoleum'.
All down this side of the tracks, the smoke blows wedding streamers and junk. A white lace veil soggy with blood. A red rosebud boutonniere.