:: freedom :: is an abstract that only exists in the imagination



... The eye does not see things but images of things that mean other things ... who knows what? ... signals warn of what is forbidden in a given place ... and what is allowed.

Your gaze scans the streets as if they were written pages: the city says everything you must think, makes you repeat her discourse, and while you believe you are visiting Tamata (city name) you are only recording the names with which she defines herself and all her parts.

However the city may really be, beneath this thick coating of signs, whatever it may contain or conceal, you leave Tamara without having discovered it. ... In the shape that chance and wind give the clouds, you are already intent on recognizing figures...

Calvino, Italo. Invisible Cities (trans. Weaver W.). NY & London: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1972. (pp. 13-14.)


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