The moon shines into the room. Nothing is real. Every moment is unfathomable, the world a colossal echo in the labyrinth of the senses. Durs Grünbein's poetry collections are known for capturing their subjects in ever-widening circles, perfectly suited for this age of globalization in their concentric expansion. His new poetry collection follows the plan of an exhibition. In seven sections, works from the last five to eight years are presented. They are images of a journey, excursions into the unknown everyday, self-portraits, and historical images, studies of love and sexual life. In this strangely suspended poetry, the inner life and the outer world exist in an irreconcilable tension: it is the life principle of Grünbein's verse. The concise individual piece, the ultimate goal of his writing, can only be conceived as the result of a serial practice.