Blinks

While advancing on the road, the headlights, like immovable landmarks, mark the correct way for those who know how to interpret their signals. A particular light cadence translates the geographical coordinates and, like a clock that with the arbitrary position of its little hands indicates the hours, it assures us that we are in this or that place.

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These involuntary lighthouses position us on an unaffordable and sporadic map. Data remains but its primary function is lost, and yet as we move forward, it gives us little glimpses of beauty from time to time.