“The baby sat in the grass in the heart of the city. Watching life go by before his eyes, he giggled as a grand smile grew on his face. It was too bad he did not see what was coming -- nor could most people...” [end excerpt]
Latter days of the Cold War cue music for a view from Fellini’s of the sloping lawn at San Felipe. The infantile spirit sees beyond any fin del mundo scenario and sways in slo-mo wonder at the universe he will inherit.
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