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108 End of Era End of era Or change of chapter Smaller than a speck on the map A nerve centre in the world Minuscule place Global space Several vortices Suspended by their own velocity Drive cogwheels that orbit like planets Walking I walk against the flow into the crowds, looking into peoples’ faces, imploring them to reveal what it is that anchors them. They look so at ease, so contained, so in control. Is it wives, husbands, mortgages, cats, dogs, birds, insects, the sun and stars, or just faith in living? What living? Tiny flats with hardly room for the soul and without universal suffrage. A constantly moving world with receding shorelines which in places suddenly thrust up mountains. Here is mobility with a vengeance, yet people keep their foothold, stay their balance, remain sane. ...

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