The silver Swan, who living had no Note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
thus sang her first and last, and sang no more:
“Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes!
"More Geese than Swans now live, more Fools than Wise.
Mirror Stage, a fascinating game that is hard on the eyes and very hypnotic. Stages are completed by exploration, usually involving a sort of mindbending dream logic that you don’t really understand even though you’re doing it.
One of the last tracks I put together before my audio gear was scattered. E-bow and cassette recorder. Very noisy. I wouldn’t if I were you.
Arnold Boecklin, Island of the Dead (third version)