“It was not Saint — it was too large —
Nor Snow — it was too small —
It only held itself aloof
Like something spiritual –“
(E. Dickinson in Further poems from Emily Dickinson)
Liège (B)
Walking to a dead workshop
An open storage
The joy of animals in the middle of demolition
"I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God..."
(W. Whitman in Song of Myself, no. 32)
Aachen (D)
