The Thread That Climbs
Your journey starts here, where a steel cable waits to carry you above the clouds of the lake. Oblivion hates those who climb to look from above: show it that it is wrong.
Climb to where Volta's light looks down on you, go down to where the spark was born.
“Welcome, seeker. I am the Keeper of the Spark, imaginary but zealous assistant to Alessandro Volta, born in Como in 1745. For two centuries I have guarded the last spark of his pile.”The Keeper of the Spark
What the narrator asks you. The answer, and the true fact behind it, is for you to find on the spot.
Your journey starts here, where a steel cable waits to carry you above the clouds of the lake. Oblivion hates those who climb to look from above: show it that it is wrong.
The medieval commune spoke with stones: stripes of white, grey and red marble on the palace next to the Cathedral. The Keeper trusts the stripes more than words.
Outside the walls, a basilica from around the year 1000 waits for whoever has the courage to walk. Two bell towers: one is real, the other was born to resemble it.
At the end of a street of Liberty-style villas there is a viewpoint few look for. From there the lake stretches out like a table laid for the light.