“Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one’s ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.”

Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks

I. 137 Steps to the Meridian

II. The Doors of His Face

III. The Drawing of the Four

 

IV. Who is this Woman that Beckoneth and Warneth Me from the Place where She is, and in Whose Eyes is Woeful Remembrance of a Love that has Departed?

IV. Where The Worm Does Not Die