Stalking The Land’s End

Far from here, that’s my aim -Kafka

The stories our tracks keep and tell

treading the glacier head, looking hard for moments of shine, from twilight to twilight -Björk

When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I … More

Music is a hidden exercise in mathematics by minds unconscious of dealing with numbers -Leibnitz

Cerberus, the cruel, misshapen monster, there Bays in his triple gullet and doglike growls Over the wallowing shades, his eyeballs glare -Dante