“‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so —
‘Tis Living — hurts us more —
But Dying — is a different way —
A Kind behind the Door –“
(E. Dickinson in ‘Tis not that Dying …)
Liège (B)
A desolate street
Wild Light
Einkaufsbummel
A bridge to nowhere
“The air is getting hotter
There’s a rumbling in the skies
I’ve been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It doesn’t haunt me like it did before
I’ve been walking through the middle of nowhere
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door.”
(Bob Dylan in Trying to get to heaven)
Chertal (B)