drawing to an end

I set off to walk

dispelling the emptiness

so carefree

walking for hours

the thinly populated countryside

in retrospect

the sense of freedom

when confronted with traces of destruction

reaching far back into the past

evident in that remote place

a reality that had vanished forever

as dusk fell

no longer remembering

the sense of liberation

gazing

the quiet street

a grey wasteland

the far horizon

an utterly alien place

now that i begin to assemble my notes

a certain private quality

lost in thought

contemplation

open the dead man's eyes

to look upon earthly existence

with the eye of an outsider

standing motionless

sets out on his last journey

silent expression

remains

many ages are superimposed here and coexist

silent oblivion

turrets and towers

symbolic pictures of the towns

Romantic Castles

ruined cities

the grey North sea

a water tower

speculation

departed this life

his last journey

boats and barges bobbing drifting

swathed in mist