Le Somnambule

His ear lies asleep by the ocean, flooded by the sound of the waves. Désordre. In dreams, he builds castles only to be consumed by the waters in between. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.

La genèse du château.

"Quality!" she cries, "We work for quality!"
He stirs, but only to rest. And they murmur... requiescat in pace, requiem aeternam dona eis.
Meanwhile, he dreams of light, wie einst im Mai, im wunderschönen Monat Mai!