Panoramas are not what they used to be.
Claude has been dead a long time
And apostrophes are forbidden on the funicular.
Marx has ruined Nature,
For the moment.
For myself, I live by leaves,
So that corridors of clouds,
Corridors of cloudy thoughts,
Using a term like “dialectical materialism” to discuss the natural world, how could a panorama be more than a whole mess of processes?
Botanist on Alp No. 1