publication for edwina hörl’s collection shi

«Death is great. We belong to him with laughing mouths. When we think ourselves in the midst of life, he dares to weep within us.» (Rilke)
Indeed – if the unheard-of occurs, that fissure in life, all we can do is become silent. When faced with the inexorable fact we must accept, there is a long hushed moment, a moment in which we step out of our driven existence. It is also a momento mori ‒ a reflection on one’s own mortality. All the little deaths we may have already died ‒ leave-taking, farewells, loving … are nothing in comparison to the «great» death.