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The human may be concerned that these declarations of the city are not homogeneous. I ask the human¾is the city homogeneous? Is the city, despite its regulations, consistent? Does it agree with itself? Does it do anything other than present itself in living polished objects to the human and say¾if it could speak¾I am this lovely museum, yes, but I am also a heap of merde around the corner, the dominating blanks and documents, the tepid fire, the caress that kills, the son who isn't yours?
I have known the city. I have given my life to loving it. I have lived in its hubris and squalor and devoutly desire nothing other than the inevitable¾that the city become all and the human consummated.
This is the purity the human seeks to compensate for the death of God. This is the city the human inhabits and explores. This is the corpse of God and the knife of variety. This is the city of my mind.
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