Furry Moth

“In the warmer months of the year one or other of these nocturnal insects quite often strays indoors from the small garden behind my house. When I get up in the morning I find them clinging to the wall, motionless. I believe, said Austerlitz, they know they have lost their way, since if you do not put them out again carefully they will stay where they are, never moving, until the last breath is out of their bodies, and indeed they will remain in the place where they came to grief even after death, held fast by the tiny claws that stiffened in their last agony, until a draught of air detaches them and blows them into a dusty corner. “

W.G. Sebald...from Austerlitz.