http://www.andreherrmann.de I get up, go out, and everything is changed. The blood drains from my head, the noise of things bursting, merging, avoiding one another, assails me on all sides, my eyes search in vain for two things alike, each pinpoint of skin screams a different message, I drown in the spray of phenomena. (Beckett) Mon, 06 Feb 2012 09:00:19 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1