An archive preserves fragments of toppled statues. In one corner, a fan rocks the air. The air caresses the workers' still gestures. The hum of the motor and the prolonged wait induce sleep: In one dream, soldiers and civilians smile lifelessly. (Distant gunfire, the whistling of bullets, and explosions.) In another dream, there are only stones, indifference, and oblivion. (None of the above is real or true.)
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