the dramatic altercation and conflict between the visible and the shadows. it's as if visible things begin twisting, going insane. afternoon weakens us, eats away at us, abuses us, but because of its persistence the streets recover their human meaning, their tragic meaning of volition that manages to last in time, time whose very essence is change. the afternoon perturbs the day, and for that reason it agrees with us, because we too are perturbed. the late afternoon prepares the easy decline of our spiritual electricity. it's by force of afternoon that the city goes about entering us.
jorge luis borges, on argentina
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