Cities, Like Dreams, Are Made Of Desires

Each Sort Of Cheese Reveals A Pasture Of A Different Green, Under A Different Sky.

Everything Can Change, But Not The Language That We Carry Inside Us, Like A World More Exclusive And Final Than One's Mother's Womb.

Traveling, You Realize That Differences Are Lost: Each City Takes To Resembling All Cities, Places Exchange Their Form, Order, Distances, A Shapeless Dust Cloud Invades The Continents.

You Take Delight Not In A City's Seven Or Seventy Wonders, But In The Answer It Gives To A Question Of Yours.

Reading Is Going Toward Something That Is About To Be, And No One Yet Knows What It Will Be.