In a place where residents are unaware of locations and
times outside the world they inhabit, a place called
Arcadia, 
there comes a messenger walking at the edge of inhabited worlds.
"People say my era is finished, but...
Like bodies in motion that tends to stay in motion, places
at rest tend to stay at rest. 
Like this landscape with its circular
garden and its residents slumbering deeply, rocking, rocking in
the cradle of dreams...
Arriving in a new place at night is inevitably potent, perhaps
because the visual uncertainty corresponds to our uninitiated ignorance.
Waking up and setting off on our first walk in a city
seems exactly right, another way of acting an allegory of
knowledge. So let's take the walking tour...
Out of the window
Here I go patrolling the wavering borderline between my body and where anything else
begins...
Inside Arcadia, this is how the residents spend their days,
pulling things out of the dirt, the past...
Hey-hey-hey-oh-hey let's rock and roll...
"Et in Arcadia ego (I, too, have dwelt in Arcadia)"
Our body begins to lose all its strength...
We dribble All our warmth seeps away Our mouth and nose dry up completely
We begin to rasp and pant
The ghosts arrive singing, crying, cursing,
saying...
The ghosts depart Yes, I want to be where you are...
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