The Comet | Bruno Schulz (1938)

Alexander Helwig Wyant (1836–1892),  Comet of 1882

"We followed in the wake of astral throngs; we ran a licked finger along all the light years
 between star and star. In this way, we meandered in an incoherent, chaotic line-formation 
in the sky, dispersed in all directions on the endless rungs of the night, emigrants from a 
forsaken globe, plundering the vast multitude of the stars. The last barricades were breached, 
and into the black, astral space rode cyclists, standing upright on their velocipedes. They hung
 in motionless flight in the interplanetary vacuum, amid the perpetual opening of ever newer
 constellations. Flying down a siding, they blazed their trails of sleepless cosmography. But in
 truth, they were caught up in interplanetary lethargy, blackened with soot as if they had thrust 
their heads into the ventilator shaft of a stove, their ultimate goal, the finishing line of all 
those blind flights."

Bruno Schulz, The Comet, 1938

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