Recovering The Tropic
Living in the midst of the world where there was a plethora of the new I attached myseld to the old. In every object there was a minute particle which particularly claimed my attention. I had a microcospic eye for the blemish, for the grain of ugliness which to me constituted the sole beauty of the object. Whatever set the object apart, or made it unserviceable, or gave it a date, attracted and endeared it to me. If this was perverse it was also healthy, considering that I was not destined to belong to this world which was springing up about me. Soon I too would become like these objects which I venerated, a thing apart, a non-useful member of society.
Sale del baul a jalones.