They gathered under brick arches to work out what they had made. THere, they played another of their games, paused, looked, switched off the lights, and started over.
” The time has come,” the Walrus said, “to talk of many things. / Of phones – and lifts – and suicides / of TV chefs and DINGs”
Lost control. Lost the plot. Lost sight. Lost touch. (Three C’s)
A quotation from Eric Bogosian: “If you say city to people, people have no problem thinking of the city as rife with problematic, screwed up people.”
They lost touch with many things, like warmth and love and sandwiches, like friendly smiles and swings. Nonetheless, they enjoyed themselves and gained an understanding. An understanding that goes as such:
Somethings are mixed in with nothings and nothings are made into somethings.
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Openning a coffin is equal to openning a lunchbox.
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P.S. Patrick Geddes: “a city is more than a place in space, it is a drama in time.”
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