The Land of Nod
At home among my friends I stay;
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
With none to tell me what to do—
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.



Nasuprot svim predizbornim frazama ili pak otrcano-patetičnih floskula o Srpskoj Atini - u Novom Sadu danas, više čini se no ikad u njegovoj istoriji, tako upadljivo nedostaju prostori adekvatni za (alternativne) kulturne i društvene sadržaje.


