Friday, September 28, 2007

Amid the nervous chatter of the figures, the Medusa-like character of life emerges from the shadows: What is senseless, enigmatic, solitary, the deaf and lifeless misunderstanding between those who love; the dark conscience, as of a fault committed; the presentiment at dawn of escaped infinities; and the many things that fall like frost and rust on overly refined souls.

- Hugo von Hofmannsthal