In his photographs and texts, ­Calcutta-based Soham Gupta forces the tension that arises between fiction and real-life conditions in as yet unseen ways.

A stupid tweet by a nobody, meant as a parody, somehow goes viral and the internet offers up death threats.

»By using voices I have rediscovered what we call humanity.«

Iggy showed the error of human existence, the breathless nearness of death, and the lure of fun and action. He was like a much better-looking version of Schopenhauer.

I said “Would you like a rope? You know that haul you have is not secured properly.”

“This text was written at the end of 1962, after my return from Algeria. For me the text is the matrix for Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats.” P.G.

Would communication beyond the semiosphere be conceivable?

In another era, the mish-mash presentation of Africa would have been the focal point of criticism. But this is not the age for facts.

Philosophy is found wanting. It is considered anachronistic, some say dead. The tradition is in ruins.

Philology keeps it possible to open a space for the minority.