Editorial
#2 min Pavel Vančát
1. 10. 2019

I’m going to a Prague metro station full of artificial palms, completed in 1994, in a Russian carriage built sometime in the late 1980s; the carriage upholstery and handles were renovated in 2005, and most passengers are staring at their Chinese cell phones. And I’m wondering: Are we even able to fully experience our own lives and the history passing by like a conglomerate of disparate entities, together forming the train we’re taking to a familiar, but never entirely certain direction?









