Wednesday, 17 July 2013

Son of Misfortune

My rising and my falling march with theirs.
Born thus, I ask to be no other man
Than that I am, and will know who I am.

- Oedipus Rex, Sophocles, p. 49

After a long, long hiatus, the engineer lost in the wasteland, workmen are again seen moving amid the ruins. No end in sight, but then the City is circular. Eventually when the beginning is reached, I will know I've arrived at an end.

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