Why is it that sometimes life seems to be crawling, jerking and halting – as if it were a story correctly written in its syntax, but deprived of any deeper meaning? A story, therefore, that is not only boring, but also unconvincing. Is it because everything we know of this world is merely a “narrative” – a more or less convincing fairy tale for adults – intended to make our orientation easier and to ward off the nothingness?
The media are drowning the public in a flood of images depicting certain drowned boy. Kali Tribune’s Department of Iconoclastic Theory and Practice will provide you with just enough rope to catch some breath and say no to unsafe moral practices by which you can contract a shamefull veneration disease.