Heimat: Vicissitudes and vitality of an inheritance
Dark light Houses. Sharp and troubled Houses. Disfigured and misshapened Houses. Acid burned drippings. Ebb and flow drowning all order, all foundation and seeming to associate the blindness of the world to the most intimate sightlessness. The idiosyncratic stroll is sought, where all thrill is interpreted as a sign of hope mingled with disappointment.