"...Now you must explain the things I don't understand. Why has the city changed so? What do the lights without fire mean? The carts without oxen? The women's painted faces? The voices without mouths? The Books of Hours pasted to the walls? The pictures that move? The empty clothelines hanging from house to house? The cages that rise and descend with no birds inside them? The smoke in the streets rising from Hell? The food warmed without fire, and snow stored in boxes? Come, take me in your arms again and tell me all these things."
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Terra Nostra - pg. 29
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