In the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his sense a dim rushlight, his body prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, his fame doubtful. In short, all that is body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapours.
Max Bill (Swiss, 1908-1994), fünfeckfläche im raum mit vollem kreisumfang [Pentagonal surface in space with full circle circumference], 1977. Gold-plated brass, height: 26 cm.
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Given that it’s a trademark characteristic of the undead, I think we should be concerned about any real estate agent who doesn’t have a reflection.