The Soul of The City
Where continuity of moments form flow of centuries
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The Soul of the City
We build cities, change and destroy them, and they stand for centuries and millenia, keeping our secrets. The city is our only attentive spectator. It truly sees and hears us.
Sometimes we miss this special sensation with which it is imbued. We miss scents, sounds, movements, and we come back just to feel again this subtle magnetism of walls, streets and houses. We, as people, are guests in the cities.
We are born and die, sometimes without ever noticing the details the city keeps for us. We are guests who appear and vanish in its geometry and embrace.
We build cities, change and destroy them, and they stand for centuries and millenia, keeping our secrets. The city is our only attentive spectator. It truly sees and hears us.
Sometimes we miss this special sensation with which it is imbued. We miss scents, sounds, movements, and we come back just to feel again this subtle magnetism of walls, streets and houses. We, as people, are guests in the cities.
We are born and die, sometimes without ever noticing the details the city keeps for us. We are guests who appear and vanish in its geometry and embrace.