Gerhard HabartaLEXIKON DER PHANTASTISCHEN KÜNSTLRINNEN & KÜNSTLER
And as the wind sifts them the sea-shells sound from the fathomless depths glittering like reflections of eternity time flows in you immeasurably slowly so follow me oh traveller who journeys nowhere as the moth follows the light follow me even if your wings are singed by dreams follow me and never deceive me for I am nothing but a reflection