a
state of things
.
It is next to idle, at the present day, merely to denounce an
iniquity.
Be ours, then, a different task...
Herman Melville, White-Jacket
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...you are a human being endowed with a particular sight,
an hypersensitive sight, and thanks to it you are able to perceive
the whole and,
at the same time, every detail of the whole. You know not why, but
with great determination
you walk through the town following every time a different route.
You follow a track, you've got it clear. Your investigation is scrupulous,
meticulous, precise;
suddenly, your routes gain a meaning; from the fragments that you have
picked up
along the way, you infer a town compound of elements, the constant
friction of which
give life to a slow decomposition process, which slowness doesn't deceive
you anymore.
Everything, in your eyes, plausibly takes part to design a
ruin.
Disconcerted, you understand that the town is exactly what it seems...
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