Everyone speaks from a different place. On this little island a lot of people said goodbye to everything else. Bondings are always precarious, a high tide makes them fall thorugh. But that is the precise moment when we realize that the secret is simple: it’s being somewhere with what’s there, because what’s there is always so much.
The walls remain even when the city has long since died: a city, this city, is very fragile, the walls are not. A city is alive because it is supported by a network of relationships, a very fragile intertwining of intentions. I could never live in a city I don’t love.
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