Wall of Brass Keys

The character, Kurt Gödel, is in Paris, stop-over on his way back to Vienna, and is in some distress. Out of this unease peers a cinematic eye.

He hid in a small hotel of single rooms near the train station, terrified of the girl behind the desk, of her silhouette against the hanging keys, a frozen rainfall of brass.

Janna Levin. A madman dreams of Turing machines

The image is arresting for is control of stasis that hinges on “silhouette” and “frozen” while the movement is present in “hanging” and “rainfall”. All constructed by nimble use of parallelism.

And so for day 2243

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