The City Of Cats And The City

The Human Race Is A Zone Of Living Things That Should Be Defined By Tracing Its Confines.

So You Begin To Wonder If Leonia's True Passion Is Really, As They Say, The Enjoyment Of New And Different Things, And Not, Instead, The Joy Of Expelling, Discarding, Cleansing Itself Of A Recurrent Impurity.

Who Are We, Who Is Each One Of Us, If Not A Combination Of Experiences, Information, Books We Have Read, Things Imagined? Each Life Is An Encyclopedia, A Library, An Inventory Of Objects, A Series Of Styles, And Everything Can Be Constantly Shuffled And Reordered In Every Way Conceivable.

Sometimes One Who Thinks Himself Incomplete Is Merely Young.

Memory Is Redundant: It Repeats Signs So That The City Can Begin To Exist.