carson-travel

September 19, 2024

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I went travelling to a wreck of a place. There were three gates standing ajar and a fence that broke off. It was not the wreck of anything else in particular. A place came there and crashed. After that it remained the wreck of a place. Light fell on it.

Thought:

“There is a terrific volatility in mass psychology nowadays. Strange little obsessions become huge lava flows and threaten to smother common sense.”

J. G. Ballard

Christian Molenaar

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