Procopia

“Each year in the course of my travels I stop at Procopia and take lodgings in the same room in the same in. .This year, finally, as I raise the curtain, the window frames only expanse of faces: from one corner to the other, at all levels and all distances, those round, motionless, entirely flat faces are seen, with a hint of a smile, and in their midst, many hands, grasping the shoulders of those in front. Even the sky has disappeared. I might as well leave the window.”