
Erostratus se propone recolectar instantáneas que de una u otra forma evoquen en el lector el triste afán del griego que se hizo inmortal al quemar el edificio más bello del mundo. Dejaremos a nuestro paso un rastro de bellezas incendiadas, y prometemos al lector los frutos del saqueo que nuestro espíritu lleve a cabo en las regiones más oscuras del mundo. No rehúsamos lo bajo, lo criminal ni lo ocioso. El tema de este blog es la decadencia, que consiste en ejercer la lucidez en aquello que no la merece. Por tanto, ofrecemos lo inconstante, lo vario y lo inútil. Cantaremos, pues, en el mismo cautiverio que Lear y Cordelia:
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.
(Shakespeare, King Lear, V, iii)When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.

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