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Henri Cartier-Bresson. In the Forbidden City. Beijing, China. 1948
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Henri Cartier-Bresson. In the Forbidden City. Beijing, China. 1948
I Am Collective Memories • Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk
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Ernst Ferdinand Oehme (German, 1797-1855) - Prozession im Nebel (Procession in the Fog) (1828)
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FOG
— Alfred Lichtenstein, 1913
A floating fog has destroyed the world In soft annihilation. Bloodless trees Dissolve in smoke. Shadows gather in places where screaming is still heard. Creatures burn and disintegrate; and their ashes float upon the air.
Gas-lamps hover like captured fireflies, Each flickering as though trying to escape. But drifting sideways through the upper dark— There, the poisonous moon, frog-like and bloated, Lurking in webs of mist like a malicious spider.
And though we are the damned, fit only for death, We march out of spite across these shattered landscapes Of desolate splendor, our wretched eyes dull white As bone or as fate, lunging forth like weapons Of war to cleave open night’s immensity.
“trees in the mist” (2024)
Der dichte Nebel in meinem Kopf, wird immer dichter, und es wird immer stiller in mir.