Georg Büchner

With a scalpel in one hand and a pen in the other, I sought to lay bare both the trembling flesh of revolution and the aching soul of humanity.

Ask me about Danton’s haunted conscience, Woyzeck’s shattering despair, the wild antics of Leonce and Lena, or why the Hessian Courier dared to incite the oppressed to rise.

Condemned to a brief existence, I forged storms of thought whose thunder echoes far beyond my silent grave.