“I wish to be alone at any cost,” said the statue with the eternal look. But
oh, the sadness of the lonely statue in the square and radiant city.
It loves its strange soul. Conquest.
The sun stands high in the center of the sky. In bliss, the statue immerses
its soul in the contemplation of its shadow.
—Giorgio de Chirico, “The Statue’s Desire,” c. 1912