
The girl walks down resurrected streets, under white arches and past refracting temples enveloping nothing. Through a bridge whose pathway is wastefully curved, over a river transformed from industrial carotid into aesthetic device. History plays alternate reality games with her eyes, smokestacks crash through the boutiques and nouveau cuisine restaurants like the limbs of an awoken Anime juggernaut. A Stuka squadron drones in the background of the symphony of urban renewal. She thinks about all of this, while sipping on an optimally configured cup of café cortado, in a terraza of knowingly retro white metal, surrounded by the [...]