Calvino

Seen only out of necessity, Calvino has been all along. Resting among the moon and stars, patiently.

Calculation is key in Calvino, always a photon away from failure. Life in Calvino is a delicate balance that does not come easily to the lovers, for miscalculation benefits them best. Hidden among the guy wires, steal beams, galvanized pipe fittings, spinning turbines, tessellating stars, bouncing light, screaming plants and broken shelving units lies the middle for a life lived.

It used to not be this way. The veins which pumped the lifeblood of daily existence used to be kept underfoot. This practice helped the cognitive dissonance of the ancients and emphasized an egotistical rhetoric indoctrinated to the citizens at birth. That rhetoric has changed, thanks in part, to the rhetoric itself. For it was so powerful, the sky became ablaze, and the ancients for once, saw themselves in the silk worms.

Calvino only works if every system is in constant communication with Gaia, the true city, the one Calvino set off the rescue. And so you, little plug, take heed in the wind. For it tells stories of futures of ice and fire which aim is only the dehydration talking. Come now, put on your mask.

Because of the global warming crisis, cities need to be able to provide the energy necessary to sustain life within that urban context. In order for that to work, every aspect of daily life should be integrated with clean energy production through a multitude of methods.

This is what life is like in Calvino