03
Jul
I could say that there is only one thing in common in the entire Abasto neighborhood and that only thing is, precisely, that there is nothing in common. I could also say that the Supply is the myth of origin of the cultural life of the City of Buenos Aires, and that since its origin, my city has always been one and the other, never the same, never just one. And I could also say, perhaps because we have finally admitted that the common does not exist, that this is a city full of theaters. Because a theater, my theater…
