The no-light door

The no-light door

“Strange, is it not, that of the myriads who
Before us pass’d the Door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road
Which to discover we must travel too.”

(Hakim Omar Khayyám)
Heusden Zolder (B)

Dead-end living

Dead-end living

“With never an end to the stream of passing feet,
Driving, hurrying, marrying, burying,
Clamor and rumble, and ringing and clatter;
And here beneath it is all as bad,
For I thought the dead had peace, but it is not so.”

(A. Tennyson in Dead, long dead)
Seraing (B)

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