Fotograf Magazine

I can only concentrate on a day. That is the smallest unit I can court. When
I advance further, I will court an hour, and only after that a minute. (But I can’t even imagine.) If I can manage it in my lifetime, only then shall I attempt a second. 

Far more than the stars in the sky,
I’m intrigued by the rats in this shrub. 

…

When I’m done explaining something, it is as if someone has cut
my fresh hand off, which then takes a long time to regrow.

Sometimes, I shed the hand myself as bait,
just as slowworms discard their tails.

And then I stand there,
and give it a long glance,

as if it were my contribution. 

Luboš Svoboda