September 14, 2015
(originally published on my now defunct Medium page, sometime in late 2013)
I first met Eduard Kosmack by coincidence on a lazy Viennese afternoon.
While exploring my new surroundings I came across a museum of modern art, right next to where we lived. There was no merit or elevation in any of this, no thirst for art, no sublime sharpening of the inner vision. The truth is simply that I was out of cigarettes and the museum’s coffee-shop was the only establishment open on Sundays. As it turns out, it didn’t sell cigarettes either.