A few more pictures from Uncle Monty’s travels

“Every time I describe a city I am saying something about… (Etimret.) Memory’s images, once they are fixed in words, are erased. Perhaps I am afraid of losing… (Etimret) …all at once, if I speak of it. Or, perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little.”

(Italo Calvino Invisible Cities)
“…And as I sat admiring the mountains, observing vertiginous towns and their bridges, I contemplated murder on the Etimret Express.”
“…The contrast between the hanging slums and the castled rich is seen here most eloquently, the hanging poor high in their poverty, by a matter of distance are prevented from shitting on any but themselves… yes, Tobias? No there’s a surprisingly high mortality rate just from gravity alone…”
“And here we see life from the bottom of a semi industrial gully. From the window of The Drunken Harlot, whazzat? No the Airships were looking for me, but as my presence here might imply, they never caught me…”

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