MarshA Post-Self Story

Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves,
Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant.

Unreal city, city full of dreams,
Where ghosts in broad daylight cling to passsers-by.

— Charles Baudelaire, via T.S. Eliot

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