“When the closure of a world refers to the collapse of an entire civilization, historiography tends to define the following period a 'Middle Age'. A scenario where life proceeds in the absence of a voice capable of narrating a stable world”

Federico Campagna, Prophetic Culture: Recreation For Adolescents, 2021

“we could add, encountering a civilization that calls itself Contemporary is a good indicator of a world at the tail end of its own narration, unconsciously readying itself for an incoming Middle Age”

Federico Campagna, Prophetic Culture: Recreation For Adolescents, 2021

“For mod Himlen vender vi Solfangerne, aapne Hander med Palms mod hinanden, Haanden fran Bedet bedende til flora Former, som baskende Sommerfuglevinger, baskende Sommerfuglesole, saa mod Himlen vender vi Solfangerne, samtlige i Solriget, hundrede Folk over Sommerplanen, vor Palms mod Himlen, hvor vi vender Solfangerne, hundrede Dine vendt opad, os blandt hinanden Stakändede med Vaagne Oine, först nu rigtig Vaagne, for mod Himlen vender vi Solen, og den strommer gjennem os som Vaagne Floder, vi Vaagner av Solstr(mningen som Vaagne Floder [...]”

Joachim Vilandt, Cassandra, 2017

“Fra den fjendtlige Jord stiger en Lyd af det der foregaar, et Sus af alt, hvad Tiden ødelægger. Der blæser en Vind af den evige Visnen paa Jorden, af alle Tings Henfald. Det er den koldeste Vind i Zonerne, den er giftigere end enhver Vinter, den bærer Genlyd i sig, som Isnaales knitrende Sagtevals i Skyerne, det er Ekko af Hovslag og Latter og Liv, som for hen, det er stille jamrende Koncerter. Tys! Det er hemmeligt en Støj af Ben, den inderste Lyd er som sagte Skred i Kisten.”

Johannes V. Jensen, Kongens Fald, 1901

“From the inimical earth a rising sound tells of these events, a rushing sound of all that time destroys. It is the wind of the world's eternal desiccation and the disintegration of all created things. It is the coldest wind under the heavens, more ruinous than any winter can be. It holds its own echo, like ice needles crackling as they revolve slowly in the clouds.
The echo is that of hoofbeats and laughter and life, life that hurries away— an echo of quietly plaintive harmonies. Hush! Secretly, a rattle of bones!
The innermost sound is like a slight settling in the coffin.”

Joahnnes V. Jensen, The Fall of the King, 1992