Het Blauwe Uur

De Zingende Zaag / Inbetween Publishers, 2002
What is the blue hour? Is it the hour of twilight, an hour ideally suited for reading Mother Goose fairy tales to each other, or is it the hour when a wolf is hard to distinguish from a dog, the hour when brute forces combine to swallow up the tender and horror stories become reality? The writers and artists who try to answer this question are in full agreement on two things: the place where the hour of blue resides is on the border of land and sea; the blue hour itself is a sensation that usually takes place at the end of a beautiful summer day. Time falters and seems to stand still.