CHIKI

Its incongruous intimacy has led it to a vague detachment, to an exile from the self that doesn’t allow to find a path, so it walks a trail with no end in sight, as a stray and deprived entity. But, in this case, identity is an unstable and liberating multiplicity: the world is the house—what little belongings, those which can be carried on back.

—and the city is configured as the cosmos, an incongruous one, but cosmic, nonetheless.

Both real desire and possibilities dictate borders, like the fox’s, but in that understanding the angle made by lines crossing widens up infinitely, waking in multiplicity, in all options, not one, not two, but three or more, maybe. Is it because the affirmation of alterity would imply a simultaneous negation? Are there wrong questions?

Accepting all doubts may describe a ubiquity split from any personality as a goal, perhaps analogous to those of the displaced, the homeless, the landless, the dispossessed, the underprivileged, encouraged probably by the mythic construction of that resonating in the eye’s end as a ghost city, one that’s not reachable because it was never left.