“Nothing’s permanent and nothing lasts, We’ve sold all the houses so put ’em up fast. We’re gonna buy up this town And pull it all down. How I love to hear the demolition sound Of concrete crashing to the ground. Demolition.”
“Light, oh where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame – is such thy fate, my heart? “
( Rabindranath Tagore in Gitanjali no. 27) Seraing (B)