Wigald Boning

editorial in 2021 for Cicero


Wigald Boning was asked how he imagined the last 24 hours of his life. “I am buried in the classic coffin, along with my beloved collection of nose hair trimmers, shower caps and shopping lists. At times for seconds I thought I could make myself immortal, but nothing came of it. I join the human mainstream and it all ends in one final failure. At the end I play “Fly me to the moon” on the flute and Roberto accompanies me on the piano”