When it was dark, at an incredible depth, a veil lay over everything. This sadness and heaviness stood over the ground. In absolute slowness, lines undulated in a black nothingness. Small air bubbles, in the form of black circles, rose upwards - just an invisible, regular bubbling. Otherwise it was silent. A feeling became more and more insistent. "Light, more light!" Goethe spoke his last words before his own light went out forever.
Menu for the performative light meal:
Light pudding projection at sunrise
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Shimmering in the green thicket
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Light therapy in the deep sea
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Explosion at the black hole
automatically translated from german
