invisible cities

In the city of song the men stagger, drunk with joy, singing the hymns of their most distant childhood. If two men meet with the same song on their lips, a deep and abiding friendship is formed in a single moment.

At midnight, in the sloping alleys of the city of ink, each stone bleeds one word into the rivulet, into the sea.

The bells of twenty derelict churches ring a net of sound through the city of ghosts, upon which the insubstatial citizens sleep.



/after Italo Calvino's 'Invisible Cities'/