collective and colabs

trabalhos coletivos e colaborações

When we landed, we found no humans, but numberless lamps bustling about or spending their time in the market place and harbour. Some were small, and might represent the lower classes, while a few, the great and powerful were exceedingly bright and conspicuous. They all had their own homes and lodgings and their individual names like us, we heard them speak and they did us no harm, offering us entertainment on the contrary. But we were under some apprehensions and none of us accepted either food or bed. There is a Government house in the middle of the city, where Governor sits all night long calling the roll calls, anyone not answering to his name is capitally punished as a deserter, that is to say he is extinguished. We were present and witnessed the proceedings and heard lamps defending their conduct and advancing reasons for their lateness. I there recognized our own house lamp, accosted him and asked for the news of my friends in which he satisfied me.