If you only knew how entrancing, how stirringly beautiful the images in my head are, the ones I am unable to express.
There's something to be said for the trope of the labyrinth--confusion, discovery, loss, mystery. Theseus and the Minotaur, David Bowie's eponymous film, the various creatures of a little girl's frightened imagination. How can we find our way out of the endlessly twisting, confusing paths that life itself makes for us?
The power of the Austro-Hungarian Empire may have waned, but the hedonistic glamour has not.