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Arcade: The Search for a Sufficient Landscape

04/28/2026 14:58h
The Pontalba Apartments in the View-Master and the cardboard cathedral as if trapped in the dream twenty years early, the whole a furious search as if for a reason. Still, it's sex that spoils it, isn't it? Jackson Square was the smallest sufficient landscape, but that was before, and now the gates are locked at sundown, and the smell of the river fails, falls ever backward. Some of us lived there, though: What shall we say who have knowledge carried to the heart?