Trafika Europe 11 - Swiss Delights

Uncertain Manifesto 3

A HOMOGENEOUS AND EMPTY TIME

“What I deny is that those who are conspicuous for history […] have any great importance in the depths of reality.” Charles Péguy, Notre Jeunesse 1910

A man walks along the road. He is alone. The sky is pale and hangs low over fields divided by rows of thicket. Crows caw in the moaning wind. The man is coming from the village. No one knows where he is headed. Maybe to the next village, maybe to the stream or into the dense forest. Maybe he is going to the large city on the banks of the river that expends itself in the sea. And if there were no road? No lane or footpath? If the village ended with its last wall? The village is made of stone, a good gray rock of which the church, the town hall, the grocer ’s and the hair salon have been built. Without forgetting some brick for the school and several small houses lining the street. And concrete for the snack bar. The snack bar: where all is said and all is kept secret. Society’s rendezvous. At the edge of the village, there’s also the cemetery, the end of the road for everyone. But

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