We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
“Sadly, I think that the notion of a utopia died at some point in the 20th Century — two vast utopian projects, Soviet Russia and Nazi Germany, turned into the greatest nightmares the human race has ever experienced, and people now are understandably skeptical about any future utopia. We’re still living in the aftermath of an extremely dangerous century. People today are rightly skeptical about any proclaimed intentions to build heaven on earth.”
J. G. Ballard