My melancholy wants to rest in the hiding places and abysses of perfection: that is why I need music.

“Excelsior! You will never again pray, never again repose in limitless trust - y…”

“Everything in proximity to the hero becomes tragedy; everything in proximity to…”

“In irgendeinem abgelegenen Winkel des in zahllosen Sonnensystemen flimmernd aus…”

“It is good to express a matter in two ways simultaneously so as to give it both…”