Entropy

Driving fast past San Cristobal, I can grasp certain sections of the squeezed in constructions, where my sight lingers for an instant. While the ocean, limpid and horizontal, is always there as an undulating backcloth between the vertical washed-out buildings, damaged by the salt residue. The flat roofs are cluttered with piles of junk. This makes me think of entropy…
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