Sunday, March 27, 2005

In Chloe, a great city...

"the people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping...

Something runs among them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure to another and draw arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene...

When some people happen to find themselves together, taking shelter from the rain under an arcade, or crowding beneath an awning of the bazaar, or stopping to listen to the band in the square, meetings, seductions, copulations, orgies are consummated among them without a word exchanged, without a finger touching anything, almost without an eye raised.

A voluptuous vibration constantly stirs Chloe, the most chaste of cities. If men and women began to live their ephemeral dreams, every phantom would become a person with whom to begin a story of pursuits, pretenses, misunderstandings, clashes, oppression, and the carousel of fantasies would stop."

- Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities: Trading Cities 2

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