The rift in the middle of Klafthmonos Square traces the Eastern wall of Ancient Athens, slightly shifted now, in the underground parking lot.  The same, invisible line draws the North edge of the small 18th Century city:  separating the dense fabric of Praxitelous Str and Karytsi Square from the more expansive avenues and the half-made Kleanthes-Shaubert 19th Century urban plan, marking the edge of the ammonia stench and broken marble of contemporary Athens from its old, familiar business district, defining the uncanny passage from the national conciliation monument up high to the disordered park below, a homeless refuge.  Cut in two by history, always stumbling on the same embankment, Klafthmonos Square reforms itself in layers and minimum variety over time:  there where the laid-off civil servants wailed 100 years ago, on the other bank of the ancient Panepistimiou stream, at the foot of Lycabettus, lies an ecotone:  a zone of mixing, hustling and confusion.  A fleeting, brilliant light shone in the Center of Athens 7 years ago.  This same light trembles now on the ecotone, marking once again the line between two very different worlds, and the prowling ground of new kinds of predators.

Notes on a Thesis Project.