Im Wunderland

"Not a little fit, not a little fit sun sat in shed more mentally. 
Let us why, let us why weight, let us why winter chess, let us why way.
Only a moon to soup her, only that in the sell never never be the cocups nice be, shatter it they lay."

"A lake a single lake which is a pond and a little water any water which is an ant and no burning, not any burning, all this is sudden."

"A sad size a size that is not sad is blue as every bit of blue is precocious. A kind of green a game in green and nothing flat nothing quite flat and more round, nothing a particular color strangely, nothing breaking the losing of no little piece."

Pictures: Michael Sowa

Text: Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons