Eduardo Arroyo

摘要

...something is born, something dies... but people remember... ...a primitive place, evening fires, steel in the air, sleepers and rails, black coal and dark water... ...everything flows, and the memory of that strange amalgam struggles to survive in the recollection of the landscape... ...and men build once more, mad architects, homeless nomads, exciting places for the sedentary written on the ground... ...distributing the discovered material uniformly across the new plaza...