at the beginning of the road into the swamp they put up a sign that said macondo and another one on the main street that said god exists. in all the houses keys to memorizing objects and feelings had been written. but the system demanded so much vigilance and moral strength that many succumbed to the spell of an imaginary reality, one invented by themselves, which was less practical for them but more comforting.
ggm, one hundred years of solitude
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