Insane. Brilliant? I want to go. Could I stand there, in the
pulsing dark, and hear it, washing over me for all that time?
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“The Royal Game” by Stefan Zweig. Dr. B in solitary
confinement under the Nazis. He finds a book of chess games in a coat pocket,
spends the empty hours mastering chess in his mind. The game, an abstraction
for him, becomes his universe—he goes mad.
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Expanding into experimentalism, into madness. Dancing in
ruins. Running past finish. It’s everything. Go insane, for art’s sake.
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