No one really dreams any longer of the Blue Flower.

Whoever awakens as Heinrich von Ofterdingen today must have overslept.

According to Benjamin “Dreaming has a share in history.”

But this share circumscribes the limits of dreaming.

Kitsch is that superfluous desire for the splendour of all things, thoughts, on the other hand, take place below the surface of what is seen in the ordinary.

The whole world is dreamt because there are waking thoughts stirring beneath its glossy sheen. This is what should be explored.

Any thoughts?