“The moon was still high. The sky’s transformations—the metamorphoses of its multitudinous vaults in ever more masterfully described configurations—were unending. Like a silver astrolabe, the sky had opened up that night its bewitching internal mechanism, exhibiting in endless cycles the gilded mathematics of its cogs and wheels.”

— Bruno Schulz

“The Cinnamon Shops” http://www.schulzian.net/translation/shops/shops.htm
His father, The heavens

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Polish novelist and painter 1892–1942

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