“The World is grey, the mountain’s old
The forge’s fire is ashen-cold.
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls,
The darkness dwells in Durin’s hall.
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Kazad-dûm…”
~J.R.R. Tolkien~
“The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects.
We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous;
but we do not notice it.”
Cities, like dreams - are made of desires and fears; even if the thread of their discourse is secret,
their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else...
~Italo Calvino~
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