Draft Press Release In the beginning, there was a message in a bottle, stranded on one of the countless seacoasts. Inside, a celebratory text, an ode to the ancient sea-goddess Thetis, which she had written for her son Achilles, on his way to Troy. It is a text on present and future, of life, love, and death. With this text,...

I made Jacques Derrida’s acquaintance under peculiar circumstances. I was engaged as a music critic for the Stuttgarter Zeitung at the beginning of the 1980s, and was sent to report on a multi-day open-air festival in the Swabian Alb, near Tübingen. It was a very pastoral and almost hippie-nostalgic atmosphere by a small lake, surrounded by forest, in unadulterated nature....

The question was posed to me regarding a possible response I might have to the rhetorical question at the end of my 14th blog text, from the 4th of March. What I personally believe about it. Whether I might not yet search, even strive, for happiness or (at least) contentment. Surrounding all the contention and relativism of the terms “happiness,”...