
“I’m the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won’t you come and save me?
Save me.”
(Alice in Chains in Man in the Box)
Grand-Rechain (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
“As the Wind, and as the Wind,
In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
In a grave, an endless play —
So my Heart, and so my Heart,
Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
But you see not. You pass on.”
(R. Brooke in The Dance)
Grand-Rechain (B)

“Wie reizend ist das Reisen,
man setzt sich in die Eisenbahn,
hat angenehme Kleider an,
vorüber fliegen Häuser, Bäume,
als wären es nur duft’ge Träume.
Die Räder knattern leise.
Auf irgendwelche Art und Weise
kommt man in Konversation
und ist beinah befreundet schon.”
(Robert Walser in Reisen)
Liège (B)
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