Vincenz Serrano



operators, a dream is the longing for sleep. We were forbidden to consider possibilities: they hung in the air like thwarted glints of chandeliers. Statue of a woman carrying a jar, reflection of a waiter carrying trays, shadow of a roomboy carrying luggage. Relics of history: the general’s field hat, his pipe, the chairs on which he sat, the desk on which he wrote, his inkwell. Artillery foreshadows bodies, one staircase leads to the gentlemen, another leads to the story. A photograph captures the arrival of shrapnel, the arrival of guests, the departure of ships from the bay, the arrival of the general. The hull of the pen sinking in the blue­black inkwell sea. To stay in one place means to be unable to

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