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the magnetic pull of the matacao reminds me of the tugging sensation toward an inexplicable centre that I consider my being? while reading jung. this place composed of all the plastic from around the globe is just another symbol of the collective unconscious I feel: a temenos where we meet, where the good and the bad come together, where the imago dei perhaps can be found? literature is that very same matacao.