The gates
From PhalkeFactory
Anyone might find themselves on an evening, standing before them.
The mechanised being, his gate
the gate to the botanical garden
the gate of those dreamers who trace, translate, repeat
M: well, what is a gate, its own fancy.. but we could try to make of it an organising principle, to make notes and make co herence of the maze that is necessarily, a city. N: To keep out all that does not fit in? M: To try to extend our abilities to connect and gather in some more of the world N: Like hinduism, eh? M: (what might he say, wise M?)
