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“We have had no good comic operas of late, because the real world has been more comic than any possible opera.” – Illustrated London News, Jan. 17, 1931 G. K. Chesterton

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"I am the last monarch of the old world. As Emperor, it is my duty to protect my peoples from their politicians" -Franz Joseph, Emperor of Austria-Hungary

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In Which Life is not SimCity: Washington Square and the Austrian Connection

Good morning, dear friend! Here I return with some more thoughts and ideas about urban planning and so on. I tend to avoid writing so much all at once, but it cannot be helped as I had this idea in mind, I would love to share! Of course, I want first to ask how are you, how are things? As for me, I am a bit fatigued, but not too bad. I pray and hope today can be productive, I want to make some effort and go deliver some documents at the school and hopefully I may find if I can have an internship or not. The weather is miserable, summer ends with a strong and unbearable moist heat, the worst kind. Hope you are havinf a better temperature time today. With that being said, would love to explore this thought I had, as follows: I think I could have mentioned before, I am reading this excellent book by the writer Jane Jacobs, Death and Life of Great American Cities, and it got me thinking that simulation games have really little to do with real life, have they? I say this as a person that lo...
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The Adventures of Mr. D'Onofrio and his suitcase with 700 socks! Chapter 6

Zachary D’onofrio, or to be more formal, Mr. D’onofrio, was quite a figure, always caught the attention of people with his fancy outfit. Now somewhat distant from his hometown, the pain of saying bye to his parents for a time he didn’t know how long still was alive inside of him, as it was never really going to die. He remembered, however, his mission, and he focused on the fact that he was not going to suffer ever again, those tears were just a slip, he was back on track now, on his way to the land of socks. 

On the road he was, the weather was pleasant, the wind was blowing softly, the grass around the paved road was with a good appearance. When he ever felt lonely, if ever, he had his socks to talk to. No city in sight, he was already on his way. Resilient as he was, he was not going to stop at any city, he was on his way to the land of socks. 

He looked at the map, there was a forest on his way, where the road poorly paved it would be, and unknown dangers were waiting for him. But he needed to cross it for the land of socks, and he was going to do precisely that.

He had his tophat in his head and his yellow suitcase in his hand, and he was going in the path, no one in sight, not even animals he could see. The last town was far away and the grass, even if beautiful, was wild and useless to man. Probably the only creatures there were ants, feasting in the grass and taking them to their queen in the underground, but Zach couldn’t mind the ants, even though he was aware of the landscape, he was walking determined to see his sock land. He mind focused it was and his shoes were resistant. He was not tired, not a single drop of sweat was in his forehead.

A day passed, and a night too, and he was walking, his clothes were clean, the road was comfortable, no animals or humans in sight, he was walking, quiet, determined, managed, not even having his parents on his thoughts anymore. They probably were there still, but Zach was determined, he wanted to see the sock land, and to pay tribute to his dear grandpa. And then, after walking already a good distance, already really far away from home, he reached the first trees, the forest was ahead of him.


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