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"What is a ghost? A terrible event doomed to repeat itself over and over again. An instant of pain, perhaps. Something that being dead seems to be sometimes alive yet, a feeling suspended in time, as a blurry picture, as an insect trapped in amber". (The Devil's Backbone)

It is a ghost born from a love that is lost, parked now in empty spaces, without bodies that serve him as recipients. The still memory of a heart that threw himself into the night, always on the run, without finding his way out. Immersed in himself, behind mirrors that only give him a shattered image.

Immanence is the opposite to transcend: it does not transform, but perpetuates in itself. Just as a ghost that only revives through repetition.  

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