Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim, And sees the darkness coming as a cloud

It’s to me this evening something has to happen, to my body as in myth and metamorphosis, this old body to which nothing ever happened, or so little, which never met with anything, wished for anything, in its tarnished universe, except for the mirrors to shatter, the plane, the curved, the magnifying, the minifying, and to vanish in the havoc of its images.

~ The Calmative (1946), Samuel Beckett





(*Title line from Al Aaraaf, 1829, by Edgar Allan Poe. Images from Nude Sculpture - Metropolitan Museum Of Art / Photographer: Andreas Feininger.)