I Make Envy on Your Disco
Nothing translates for Sam Singer in Berlin: not the signs, not the city, not what he cannot say to the man waiting in New York.
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Techno and theatre are the coordinates; the damage underneath both is where the fiction begins.
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Nothing translates for Sam Singer in Berlin: not the signs, not the city, not what he cannot say to the man waiting in New York.