Is it life?
Ludwig meets Phillip.
A hedgehog gives me a handkerchief.
You will die is cast: iron nails run in.

What slipshod snack shop!
Approaching an abandoned van.

King Henry
– thy second-hand kingdom come –,
retired to his vanishing point, a castle,
battles with water colours: thy will be done.

Enjoy the silence of the horses at the railway station!
Cheap day-return on horseback!

Too much colour, too much dolour,
incorporate of soda. One teaspoon never boils.
And you will die is cast.
It’s life!

(Georg Neureither, Präzision des Schweigens, 2023, S. 37)