The collective Endnotes writes "We know we're not alone". How much is this true? What loneliness do they suggest is upheld in that "knowledge"? May experimentation like The Sphere explore ways of unlone subjectivities caught in the isolating process of identity capitalization. The broken container turns into a looking glass onto Pierre Klossowskis so far still untranslated essay La monnaie vivante – The Living Currency, reflecting on the triangle body-simulacra-currency...