It's not what is there - it's what isn't.

Niobe

she cried so much - she turned to stone

overwhelmed

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

Waiting for Klamm

a present day state of affairs.

the floating bridge of dreams

Everything is blooming

most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

Rainer Maria Rilke