technological ruins.
faced with a transitory landscape, 
ruins continually pile up on each other.
the city and the body become ruins. 
We are made of fragments
urban culture is like vision
Walking in the city is 
to experience the juncture 
of partial consciousness 
The narrative of this walking is belied by a
simultaneity

chaos

reproduced to infinity. 
urban culture is like a hall of mirrors, 
its reflections
continually pile up. 
a hall of mirrors 
is a reflection of urban culture

Fragmented

The poetics of
Everything can be reduced to language games.
Language as a system of differences.
Silence signals the already said.
The possibility and impossibility
Language represents our
listening to the poetics of
an empty space

The presence of the past

mapping of
space inside the frame onto itself
like a mode repetition
The nostalgia of empty and pointless
walking.

the end if the beginning

endless walking