He went about dragging some sharp flat pieces of ice, which he placed in all sorts of patterns, trying to make something out of them ...

In his eyes, they were excellent and of the greatest importance: this was because of the grain of glass still in his eye. He made many patterns forming words, but he could never find the right way to place them for one particular word, a word he was most anxious to make. It was 'eternity.' The Snow Queen had said to him that if he could find this word he should be his own master, and she would give him the whole world and a new pair of skates.

Hans Christian Anderson, 'The Snow Queen'

Image: Robert Smithson's Map of Broken Glass (Atlantis), 1969. Installation view at Dia: Beacon. Photo: Florian Holzherr.