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Following the autostrada from Milano, heading north, one eventually reaches a wide, gentle s-shaped slope towards the Alps, far but towering, in the distance. They appear shrouded in a blueish-grey haze, a imagined landscape, a familiar topography, a destination. It’s this moment when everything unfolds, the city you left behind, compressed time, the life that is wrong. The panorama is a promise and a potential of a place and a state of being. Possible, not in reach, but present, in this moment and the distance.